"Sang Xiaowan, did you discover something?"
The moment she returned, Yu Qingyun grabbed Sang Xiaowan.
Yu Qingyun knew she was exceptionally talented, a true prodigy in the Array Dao.
But compared to Fang Yang, she was still somewhat inferior.
His ability to manifest talismans from Primordial Qi and create them with a single thought was simply too astonishing.
Such a technique would be praiseworthy even if possessed by a veteran Daoist.
That Fang Yang, a mere young prodigy, possessed such an outrageous level of skill was nothing short of shocking.
"Nnngh..."
Sang Xiaowan dangled in midair, her little feet kicking at nothing.
She whimpered, debating whether or not she should tell Yu Qingyun the truth.
Upon hearing Yu Qingyun's questioning, she squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and blurted out:
"Senior Sister, your radiance is far less brilliant than Fang Yang's. It's like comparing a creek to the boundless ocean."
