Liang Hongzhuang's expression grew slightly cold. The tips of his brows that had been drawn incredibly thin rose up—the youngest Principal of the Orthodox Academy, the main object of the Orthodoxy's nurturing, the Pope's and Archbishop Mei Lisha's most cherished junior, was actually this youth. He knew of Chen Changsheng, or else he would not have been able to guess it at all. It was just that there were a few things he did not understand. For instance, at the young age of sixteen, Chen Changsheng had reached the upper level of Ethereal Opening. Not even Liang Hongzhuang’s distantly related cousin, who he was not very close with, thought this was possible. Liang Hongzhuang was also filled with admiration, but he did not understand Chen Changsheng's previous strike.