Alas, the disparity between people can truly be vast—the Little Emperor, merely a God's Descendant, seemed unable to wait to plaster all the glory onto his own face, while this big brother with lost memory, a Divine Chosen, was so low-profile and approachable.
Thus, Mi Rong grew even more disgusted with the Little Emperor.
"He saved my life last night, I believe in him," Mi Rong said earnestly.
"Oh, then I misunderstood; it turns out he is the one who saved my little sister. Thank you for taking care of her. But my little sister is the sole disciple of the Holy Monarch and also a Descendant of the Xuan Ge Deity. No matter what your cultivation base is or how exalted a person you are, you will never have a chance to reach the realm she occupies. Please, don't try to reach above your station," the bushy-browed man said.
