After this day, who would dare call anyone in the Divine Sword Sect a 'waste'?
At the peak of the Second Holy Peak.
"Sister, are we really those peerless prodigies at the pinnacle of the Divine Sword Sect's pyramid? Why do I feel like that person is even more monstrous than we are?"
Luo Qingchen gazed at that part of the world, rarely so serious, and couldn't help but bow his head in deep thought, as if comparing his own past with that person.
It is clear that anyone who could make Luo Qingchen fall into momentary self-doubt indicates that even these peerless prodigies from the Thirty-Six Holy Peaks feel a hint of crisis.
Luo Qingxian followed the sound, and smiled, a smile that was beautiful beyond compare, making the Second Holy Peak seem dim in comparison.
The more terrifying that person became, the more likely her bold ideas would succeed.
