Arrogant!
Utterly arrogant!
That soft, smiling question was like an invisible ripple, spreading layer by layer across the frozen Celestial Vault.
It was not loud, not hurried, not slow, yet it was like a red-hot steel knife plunging straight into the heart of the Vast Sacred Land.
Plunging into the very depths of the Confucian Dao's orthodoxy, a tradition that had stood for ten thousand years, looking down on the world with pride.
Huangfu Qianqiu's pupils contracted violently for a moment.
On his lean face, the imperturbable calm and tranquility that had remained unchanged for ten thousand years finally showed a crack.
The Vast Sacred Land, Champion Scholar of the Righteous Dao.
When had they ever suffered such humiliation?
For millennia, countless titans of the Demon Dao, prodigies of Alien Races, and arrogant fools had stood outside this land, roaring defiantly at that vast golden light.
But in the end, they were either reduced to ashes or forced into a meek retreat.
