Upon hearing this question, the crowd below exchanged perplexed glances, not understanding its meaning.
Mr. Chengying surveyed the crowd, his gaze sweeping over individuals of extraordinary bearing, their ages ranging from their teens to over a hundred years old.
Among them were a few with exceptionally high talent, including several cultivators at the Feather Transformation Realm, yet none dared meet Mr. Chengying's gaze, their eyes shifting nervously.
With disappointment in her eyes, Mr. Chengying randomly pointed at someone:
"You, answer my question."
The person she pointed at looked at himself in disbelief, comparing the finger aimed at him back and forth, hoping for even the slightest shift, yet Mr. Chengying's finger remained unwaveringly on him.
He was only at the Condensed Water Lower Realm and, in his panic earlier, hadn't fully caught Mr. Chengying's story. When asked to choose now, he hesitated repeatedly.
