Just how strong is Deng's power, really? This woman who looks so utterly ordinary on the surface—exactly what kind of realm has she reached?
No matter how he tried, Zhao Xuan couldn't think of an answer; this was already beyond the understanding of a Quasi-God.
"Can we have a bit of quiet now?"
Deng's pair of violet eyes shone so clear they could see straight through Zhao Xuan's thoughts, but she didn't care in the least. She just waved her hand casually and lifted the seal on Zhao Xuan's mouth, letting this guy regain the ability to speak.
At the same time, she produced a white book with no cover. After giving Zhao Xuan a few brief looks, she spoke: "Zhao Xuan, born in 1931, became an Apprentice Death God at seventeen, broke through to Tier Five at thirty-six, reached Tier Six at fifty. From then on, because you lacked an Initial Sequence, you stayed stuck at Tier Six for nearly a hundred years."
