As Wang Qing rushed towards the stele, the scene around it was still boiling.
Boiling for a long time.
Everyone was excited for a long time, unable to suppress the excitement in their hearts.
Wei Zongyuan's subordinates were looking at Wei Zongyuan with adoration and extreme zeal.
As if they were looking at a god!
A god who would become incredibly powerful in the future!
Everyone was boiling with excitement, everyone was stirred up, but Wei Zongyuan himself was calm.
He turned his head, looked at Yang Xiaotian as if a deity were gazing at a tiny mortal, "Yang Xiaotian, my talent is six thousand! It's not too late for you to admit you were wrong."
Although Wei Zongyuan's talent had broken six thousand, it had just stopped right there at the six thousand mark.
"Admit I was wrong?" Yang Xiaotian looked at the confident and condescending Wei Zongyuan and smiled faintly, "Why should I admit I was wrong?"
