Professor Cheng lifted his head, his gaze becoming deep, his voice hoarse: "Qilin Venerable?"
Gu Jianlin didn't need any proof, he simply turned the Qilin Wedge horizontally, handing it over to him: "This is the Qilin Wedge, I believe with your insight, it shouldn't be difficult to recognize it. Many in the Order World think I'm an ancestor-level Ancient God, but they have been mistaken all along."
Professor Cheng gazed at the ancient, stern black iron sword, the cross-like hilt was grimly fierce, the long sword body flowed with faint, indistinct talismans, and the blade shimmered with a cold light.
He attempted to touch it with his fingers, and heard faint whispers beside his ear.
This was a precursor to spiritual pollution.
"I am Supreme Level."
Gu Jianlin's voice was like a stone dropped into a lake: "You should have seen me use the Ancient Divine Language."
During the prolonged silence, Professor Cheng raised his head, his eyes slightly trembling.
