The feeling of being superior to others is indeed quite pleasant.
No wonder there isn't a single disciple of the Holy Sect who harbors compassion. In the face of absolute strength, any excess emotion is meaningless.
Atop a high pavilion, Master Cai Huang sat on a plush bench, calmly watching everything unfold.
He did not show the slightest displeasure at Wu Hen's arrogant and overbearing manner. On the contrary, he found this illegitimate child increasingly pleasing to the eye.
In fact, Cai Huang had only seen Qi Lang a few times. After his mother's death, he had been directly left in the care of his subordinates, and for many years, the impression Qi Lang left on Cai Huang was one of weakness, timidity, and a bit of dullness.
It was probably the result of the environment, after going through life and death trials, the boy's potential was gradually unearthed, and he was becoming more and more wolf-like.
