Being one of the Top Ten True Disciples is the highest one can go!
Seeing the others look so frustrated, Li Zuoyue was in a great mood. He flopped down onto the grass, pulled out his Soul Fighting Machine, and started playing. "Still, it's better not to be a Saint Heir," he said. "So carefree... this is the life!"
"What is that?" His actions immediately drew the attention of everyone around.
Zhang Yuge sat up, his eyes filled with curiosity.
Bei Tangfeng stared at the Soul Fighting Machine. His intuition told him it was some kind of mechanical device, but he couldn't see through its workings at all.
Ye Guhong narrowed his eyes, his expression turning serious.
"Aren't you all Saint Heirs? You've never seen one of these?" Li Zuoyue raised an eyebrow, his tone irritating enough to make Zhang Yuge and the others fume inwardly.
