"Is Wei Wuyin our Chosen?"
A single question. Five words. Just five words were spoken yet the expressions of every individual on the skyship, be it Lin Xianxian, the elders, or the disciples with some status, changed, and it initiated the start of a series of outrageous discoveries, of embarrassing truths, and uncertain fates that even the Heavenly Daos couldn't correct.
The crowd on the skyship were at first a little confused by such a question being asked. How could a Mortal Sovereign Alchemist be their Chosen? Then, as if a raging flood of realization simultaneously washed over them, one by one, their expressions experienced drastic changes.
