The Power of Life

No one could be relied upon.

It was always Jian Wushuang that one had to rely on.

When Jian Wushuang rose, everything improved.

Zhen Ling was always Zhen Ling; there would inevitably come a day when the old would give way. Once a suitable successor appeared, Zhen Ling would have to step down.

At that time, Jian Wushuang would be the one in charge, doing whatever he pleased!

The Elder Palace, the Four Great Temples—they all belonged to him.

Wu Zuo was having grand dreams, directly reaching the Origin Source Sea of the Qishen Temple.

"Lord Zhen Ling, Jian Wushuang has broken through again; he now has the battle power of a tier 6 Emperor!" Wu Zuo came specifically this time to sing praises of Jian Wushuang.

Zhen Ling blinked, understanding Wu Zuo's little scheme.

With a hint of wickedness in his smile, Zhen Ling said, "Since that's the case, he deserves a reward!"