Azure Luan Douluo stroked his chin, his refined face filled with confusion. He stared at Qian Daoliu and spoke slowly, one word at a time.
"Big Brother, are you sure you didn't sense it wrong? Fifty-ninth rank at fourteen, without Divine Inheritance—where did that talent come from?"
Qian Daoliu shook his head, a trace of gravity flashing through his golden eyes.
"As the Angel God's High Priest, I am quite familiar with the aura of gods. His aura was extraordinarily pure, without the slightest foreign presence. In other words, reaching the fifty-ninth rank at his age was entirely due to raw, genuine talent."
"Gulp."
The sound of swallowing rose and fell. Every worshipper swallowed hard, the noise as loud as thunder. They stared at Qian Daoliu with utter disbelief written across their faces.
Yet Qian Daoliu's next words left them even more stunned. He stared at the Angel God Statue, a hint of apprehension flashing through his golden eyes.
"That boy noticed me just now."
Qian Xunji's eyes widened. He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking as though someone had stepped on a cat's tail.
"F-Father."
Qian Daoliu nodded. Looking at his son, helplessness flickered in his golden eyes.
"I did not enter the room. I merely glanced through the window from outside, but with that one glance... he turned his head."
Golden Crocodile's eyes widened. He stared at Qian Daoliu, his aged face filled with shock. His mouth opened and closed, yet he could not force out a single word for a long while. That kid was far too uncanny.
"High Priest, how should we treat him?"
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath. He looked at the Angel God Statue, determination flashing through his golden eyes.
"We cannot become enemies with him. That boy will