'That finger…'
Li Changshou felt helpless. He was sitting in the shadows and was practically invisible at this point.
Why was this world so cruel to him?
There were nearly 8,000 cultivators present. Of the younger disciples, his cultivation level was neither high nor low. After all, some disciples from the minor sects had yet to attain the Void Refinement Realm.
Why would the Second Prince choose him out of so many people?
Li Changshou could not understand, no matter what. However, he knew that it was not the right time for him to be lost in thought. He needed to do something to extract himself from this sticky situation.
Numerous gazes landed on him, and multiple spiritual and immortal senses probed at him.
Fortunately, so long as no one took Li Changshou's hand to check his body, his true cultivation level should not be revealed.
