In the land of swords and magic, the heaven’s favorites dominated the saint sons and Saintesses of the same generation.
Those who could become the saint sons and saintesses were all the most elite generation that was nurtured in a sacred forbidden land.
Their temperament, strength, and talent were all among the one in a hundred billion people.
None of them were people who thought highly of themselves.
None of them were arrogant and didn’t put anyone in their eyes.
When he saw Wang Xian sitting there with his legs crossed, the Qingye saint took out a magic array disk to investigate.
Wang Xian did not deliberately hide his strength. His level eight universe knight cultivation was quickly detected.
This made the Qingye saint’s expression change drastically. He looked at Wang Xian with a serious expression.
A space swordsman at level eight of the universe was not something they could fight against.
Their strength was still far, far away.