Gu Jianlin turned to examine the bronze throne and suddenly said, "Do you remember that the Ancestor mentioned earlier said we are merely pitiable pioneers, in other words, cannon fodder? Then, how did He know that there are others far stronger than us entering as well? How did He anticipate our arrival in advance?"
The two sides of the throne lacked armrests, with only two pitch-black bronze scepters positioned there.
At the tips of the scepters were gemstone-like objects as dark as ink, seeming to absorb all light.
Tang Ling silently shook her head.
"This is Qilin Venerable's world."
Step by step, Gu Jianlin ascended the stairs, struggling to seat himself on the throne.
He raised his hands and pressed them against the scepters on either side.
Tang Ling's eyes widened in shock.
Rumble!
