Mou Family's elder thought of this, and his brain spun, nearly making the world spin around him.
He had considered many possibilities, yet he had never thought that Chen Xing could be an Ascension-level powerhouse.
The degree of exaggeration was akin to an eighteen-year-old high school student winning the Nobel Prize.
"No, you said you didn't start!"
Suddenly, Mou Family's elder understood everything.
Everything made sense!
Why the secret lead he had been following about an Ascension-level powerhouse had suddenly cut off.
He had thought it was because of concerns about His Majesty, that the Ascension predecessor did not want to offend His Majesty.
Now it seemed, he probably knew long ago.
All the effort he had made during this time… all had been in vain.
"I have offended you, Elder Mou," Zhao Guangming said as he held a pair of shackles in his hands, gently shaking them, making a crisp clashing sound with the iron shackles.