Not an infant? Wang Linchi was dumbfounded. He had assumed this generation's Nine Extremes, like the previous ones, would be an infant. He had even prepared bandit memory constructs, ready to make his move and then retrieve the target.
What he never expected, however, was that this generation's Nine Extremes was an adolescent, and one who bore a large number of similarities to Li Qinglian.
This made him ponder. What exactly is going on here?
Nevertheless, Wang Linchi still recognized him at a glance.
But why is his demeanor even more immature than Li Qinglian's? Like a novice? No, more like he hasn't even left the nest, still in some ivory tower. Wang Linchi could tell the difference between Zhang Dao and the two Nine Extremes he had previously encountered without even needing to compare them.
Emperor Xuwen, Li Wen'an, possessed the mature air of a successful man; Li Qinglian embodied the spirited vigor of youth.
