When Chang'sheng stood up,
Liu Ziru's face lit up with a victorious grin.
He knew.
No matter how indifferent Chang'sheng seemed to everyone else on the outside,
he never really wanted to bother with his disciples' affairs.
But actually, Chang'sheng was always, unintentionally, poking around and checking up on his disciples.
And he'd definitely keep tabs on them.
So.
Liu Ziru was certain, as long as he said these couple words,
Chang'sheng would absolutely do something about it.
"Liu Ziru, what realm are those evil clans about to attack us in?"
Liu Ziru shrugged, "Strongest is a commander-level evil clan, Soul Divergence Realm. The rest—seven evil generals, Martial Monarch Realm, plus a bunch of evil soldiers, all Void God Realm."
Soul Divergence Realm?
That sounds fancy.
Chang'sheng just shook his head, asking, "How do they compare to you, strength-wise?"
Liu Ziru gave a careless shrug, his tone dripping with disdain: "One finger would crush them."
"Good enough then."
