Shura's heart ached, and he was angry.
Sui Yi remained noncommittal.
"The Emperor's Vessel belongs to the Human Race's merit, I'm embarrassed to take it, let alone you!"
"The capable shall have it!"
"Are you capable?"
Are you capable?
Shura seemed to see the aloof Second Spirit turning back to glance at him once more.
That glance was very faint, showing no emotion.
She asked, "What's your name?"
At that time he had just been born, she was still in girl form, asking softly, not knowing how to respond, and yet feeling an innate fear with humility.
First, Second, Third.
The hierarchy was strict.
The gap was as vast as the sky and earth.
The superior First Spirit did not even look at him, only said, "Third tier, is there a need to ask?"
Third tier, is there a need to ask?
So proud!
For the First, is there really any difference between the Second and Third?
Yes, for the First, the Second is her life!
The Third is just dispensable air!
