In the Immortal Realm Forum's live room, many cultivators were praising Shen Qiang for his calmness and composure.
Ling Zhengyang, who had been silent, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted harshly: "Shen Qiang, what you said might be reasonable, but in the Cultivation World, the strong are respected. In the face of absolute power, so-called wisdom is just child's play."
Suddenly taking a step forward, Ling Zhengyang looked at Xu Nan, who was shy yet satisfied, nestling by Shen Qiang's side, and shouted sharply: "Xu Nan, come with me. I may not be as smart as Shen Qiang, not as talented and versatile as him, not as rich as him, but I am sincere."
Shen Qiang smiled.
Sure enough, Xu Nan said calmly: "No, I won't leave Shen Qiang. It's not because you're not good enough, but because he's better."
Instantly, Ling Zhengyang, who had turned pale, erupted in anger.
