Watching Wang Mang's brave performance, Wu Ya felt somewhat surprised in his heart.
However, it quickly faded away with the thought that the Son of Destiny was naturally meant to behave that way.
His gaze was as bright as intelligence itself, his eyes shining with the light of wisdom.
Judging by this pace, it wouldn't be long before he feared he would be surpassed by this youngster.
Indeed, as the new waves of the Yangtze River push forward the old...
Suddenly, Wu Ya fell into silence.
When the time comes, would this youngster turn against him?
After all, the pseudo eighth-tier Origin must also be quite tempting to him.
Although Wang Mang was brought into the Chaos Realm by himself, who can truly understand the human heart?
Time breeds greed and dilutes all emotions.
For a while, Wu Ya looked at Wang Mang with a complex gaze.
If the day came when he was surpassed, it would still be within the expectations of his own plan.
