Ye Yixian gazed into the distance, "Is it always possible to accomplish what others cannot, in unexpected ways? This reminds me of an old acquaintance."
"Is it Fan Wubing, whom the Crown Prince always mentions?"
"Yes. But I wonder, where is he at this moment?"
Ji Wenrui shook his head and said, "Crown Prince. I do not doubt your judgment. But perhaps you have never seen Chengming in his prime... it's hard to imagine anyone in the Little South Continent being comparable to Chengming."
Ye Yixian chuckled softly, "Why must one be comparable to the Great Venerable? Everyone has their path, and they are not the same."
Ji Wenrui said, "Then let's see if Chengming can strike twelve times in total. I do not doubt his ability, but the Holy Emperor will not just watch him complete it."
Ye Yixian thought of that figure... just thinking about it made it difficult to breathe.
The King Saint of Great Li, his father. His figure was so majestic, like an insurmountable mountain.
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