Shentian Daiben knelt prostrate at Chen Yuan's feet, a glint of brilliance flashing in his eyes.
He knew that Shentian Guxue was just a puppet; the real core was Chen Yuan.
As long as he served Chen Yuan well, Shentian Guxue was of no consequence.
In Shentian Daiben's view, Chen Yuan, being so young and yet so powerful, must certainly be interested in wealth and beauty.
"No need."
Chen Yuan said softly.
He reached out his hand, hovering it over Shentian Daiben's head, and his eyes suddenly burst forth with a dazzling tri-colored divine radiance of red, black, and blue, as tremendous Divine Thought instantly poured into Shentian Daiben's mind.
With a faint smile still on his face, Shentian Daiben's body suddenly stiffened, trembling violently, his hands clutching his head, his expression horribly twisted, as if he couldn't withstand the overwhelming power of Chen Yuan's Divine Sense and his head seemed about to explode.