Li Jialing hesitated.
No matter how many armors and tusks were hidden in the young man's heart, and how much darker and more sophisticated he was than his peers, his experiences were limited by his age after all.
Even if he were the sharpest sword in the darkness, it would still require the whetting and polishing of time for him to have an edge to cut apart the stars.
Li Lingfeng's words sounded too true for Li Jialing to tell their veracity. His mind in a mess, he somehow glanced at Li Yao again, as if this "Brother Yao" who appeared out of nowhere was his greatest reliance right now.
But little did he know that Li Yao was in quite a headache himself.
After advancing into the Divinity Transformation Stage, Li Yao was even more skilled at the perception of other people's micro-expressions, heartbeats, scents, and even quakes of the souls.
