High above in the sky, atop the clouds.
The Martial God frowned, looking at the Cloud Mirror before him, his bearded face expressing slight irritation.
What's going on with Liuli? Can't she control her own subordinates? And to be outmaneuvered by a few Priests? If this were Little Sword, Little Dagger, and their group, a single glance from them would have Priests slitting their own throats. How could a situation arise where a God is made a figurehead by Priests? Couldn't she just display a bit of Divine Power and suppress the whole scene?
The Martial God slightly shook his head, his dissatisfaction evident.
However, as he looked at the young Qing Shan standing on the arena and then at the eager young people around him, he had to admit that though the process was a bit annoying for him as the ruler of the Twelve Realms, the outcome was quite good. What was likely to be a perfunctory examination of the Luili Realm had finally begun to ignite some flames of competition.
