"Both were in the Nascent Soul Realm. The Swordscale Snake's cultivation was even stronger, and it was in a berserk state devoid of reason. Yet not only could he not confront him head-on, he could not even touch a hair on him..."
Shen Wei slowly leaned back against his chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest. His brows were tightly furrowed, his tone carrying deep contemplation as his gaze fell upon the composed figure within the water sphere, filled with scrutiny.
Beside him, Lin Qingyan took over, his admiration undisguised. "The waves behind the Yangtze River drive on those before them. At such an age, with such courage and skill, people like you and me are truly old."
The weight of the two Lineage heads' conversation needed no explanation as it fell upon everyone's ears.
Most of the elders present looked at Jing Cangyi with appreciation and gratification—the cultivation world never lacked geniuses, but juniors who could keep their heads at a critical moment and display real ability were few. Jing Cangyi was clearly the best among them.
The young people in the hall who were around Jing Cangyi's age, however, did not look too well.
Given their standing, most of them were attending an Immortal Sects Assembly of this level for the first time. From the moment they stepped into Clear Parasol Hall, their nerves had been taut. They stood properly behind their elders, scarcely daring to breathe, much less interrupt with suggestions or advice, terrified that one wrong step would disgrace their Lineage or sect.
Yet while they were still panicking from the solemnity of the occasion, Jing Cangyi, who was roughly their age, had not only dared to speak directly before a hall full of elders and make his request, but had also won over every person