"Ah?"
"Saint?"
"A candidate for Saint Heir can stand on equal footing with a Great Power? That's unbelievable."
"How powerful must their true sacred land be?"
"That's impossible, right?"
Many disciples were full of astonishment, and many even held disbelief in their eyes.
In their eyes, the Heavenly Monarch Elders were lofty and untouchable existences.
Star Lord Great Powers were like the Heavenly Dragons themselves.
And that Liu Lin, said to be only about five hundred years old, a very young youth, merely a candidate for Saint Heir, yet capable of standing on equal footing with Great Powers—this was something they could not comprehend at all.
"You are ultimately frogs at the bottom of the well, unaware of the vastness of the world and its realms," Miao Guang shook his head.
"Of course, a candidate for Saint Heir is ultimately just a title, and their strength is far short compared to true Great Powers."
