"What? It's not difficult?"
As soon as he said that, the 12 Wizards around him couldn't help but shout.
"Young master Chen! You're underestimating the level of our witch race bloodline! 90 million people of the nine Li tribes only had nine Grand shamans! Their bloodline was one in a million! You actually said it's not difficult? You're too arrogant!"
"Isn't it? The level of our sorcerer tribe's bloodline directly determines a person's achievements in life! Although we Magi are only one rank below Grand shaman, we will never be able to surpass Grand shaman in our lifetime! You actually said it's not difficult? This is a slap to our faces!"
"Young master Chen! One can't be too high-profile, it's easy to be slapped in the face if you're full of words! If you say it's not difficult now, wouldn't you be slapping your own face if the poor person's bloodline is found later?"
It was obvious that no one was optimistic about Chen Xiaobei's bloodline.
