Chen Changsheng stared blankly at Ouyang, radiant atop the platform. In his daze, this seemed like the treatment his Eldest Senior Brother truly deserved.
Exceptionally gifted, approachable, chivalrous and courageous, caring toward the weak-he truly deserved to be the Azure Cloud Sect's Holy Son!
But why did it have to be in an illusion, and why did it have to be after Ling Feng's death?
Where was Zu Yuan?
Where was that demon?
Chen Changsheng's hand on his sword hilt began trembling uncontrollably. Although he knew he had to act, faced with such a bizarre scene, he still wanted to keep watching.
He wanted to see what this world would be like after his senior brother became the Holy Son!
He wanted so badly to keep watching, to see his senior brother reach the pinnacle of this world!
In a daze, Chen Changsheng loosened his grip on his sword hilt, but the vigilance in his heart made him grasp it again.
This is an illusion! None of this is real!
On the platform, Ouyang clasped his hands and raised them overhead, laughing as he saluted everyone around him. "Thank you, thank you! All you big shots, come to Little Mountain Peak for drinks today!"
Ouyang's words drew a burst of laughter. Chen Changsheng was the only person in the crowd who did not laugh.
Chen Changsheng, who longed more than anyone to see his senior brother standing on that platform, now wore a face full of shock and bewilderment.
Ouyang's gaze swept over Chen Changsheng, who was as frightened as a fawn. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he leaped down to land before him.
The figure in blue-green robes seemed even taller in Chen Changsheng's eyes, and Ouyang's brilliant smile rubbed off on him as well.
"Junior