The desire to kill was rising within Ji Changsheng.
He discovered that it was truly easy to earn merit at the hill's foot.
Also, it was conducive to practicing the Devil Spell.
It was no worse than those apocalyptic worlds.
Nevertheless, despite Ji Changsheng's escalating intent to kill, the Vice Minister did not show excitement. Instead, he quickly threw a bucket of cold water on Ji Changsheng, "Elder Ji, their backgrounds...might be bigger than yours."
Ji Changsheng was unconcerned.
When it comes to background, no one could scare the Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole.
Seemingly realizing Ji Changsheng's unbounded confidence, the Vice Minister cautiously reminded him, "Elder Ji, surely you don't think the Mystic Temple lacks descendants of noble families from Sheng Country?"
Ji Changsheng narrowed his eyes.
"It doesn't matter if they do."
It would be normal if they did.
