Many people were growing angry.
Ji Qingyuan stood up, aware that Ji Daoxin was using his spiritual thought to probe, but he was neither Ji Daoxin nor from the direct lineage of the Ji Family. Even as a War God, he couldn't rashly explore around on the Sacred Mountain. He slightly bowed his hands and said,
"I originally wanted to let Qing Shuang have a little test, but it seems unnecessary now. I will go and see just how capable this prodigy is. The half-blood of the direct lineage must also be quite powerful."
With a light smile, he bid farewell to the family head and left for the outside of the hall.
As he stood up, the others weren't delayed further, and they, too, bid their farewells to the family head before hurrying off to watch the spectacle unfold.
"That child..."
