"Grandfather, will Big Sis win the championship today?" The grand spectacle of the Alchemy Conference made a faint unease stir in Mu Xuewu's heart.
King Sang Shun, however, had full confidence in Mu Qingge. At his age, he was long past the point of being easily overawed by a scene. So he nodded and said to Mu Xuewu, "Rest easy, Qingge won't lose."
His words were heard by the Divine Envoy sitting in the middle. The man couldn't help but turn his head, glance at him, and say, "Family Head Sang, you're quite confident in this granddaughter of yours. I had thought the Sang Clan had produced an out-clan descendant gifted in Artifact Refining, yet I did not expect that this Holy Level Refiner would actually also be an Alchemist."
The words sounded like ordinary small talk.
But King Sang Shun's heart gave a jump. He carefully savored the Divine Envoy's words in his mind, then cautiously replied, "Divine Envoy overpraises. It's nothing but a stroke of luck."
