“Give it to me,” the junior empress said, extending a hand that looked like it belonged to a goddess. In response, the jade amulet became a profound beam of light that flew onto her palm. There, it projected an image of what had occurred in the hall, including Yang Qi flitting about with his movement technique while simultaneously unleashing attacks as powerful as thousands of lightning bolts. It ended with the pontifex of the Sackcloth Cathedral being reduced to a streak of gore.

“This junior sectlord of the Will Manifestation Heaven Sect is incredible!”

“He fights well! Those people from the Sackcloth Cathedral were really boorish. Without beating them down, how else could we from the Ancient Road to the Gods prove that we have talented people in our ranks?”

“Big Sister Mu, why exactly did you invite those savages here anyway? They seem like scoundrels and bastards down to the last one. Isn't bringing them like inviting the wolf into one’s house?”

“The junior sectlord of the Will Manifestation Heaven Sect isn't even in the Terrifying level? I wonder if he’s an Inheritor. Only Inheritors...