If it were any other Heavenly Talent, Xiao Yi would not dare to make such a bold statement.
But he was incredibly familiar with each and every figure here.
They had fought together and grown together. Naturally, Xiao Yi believed in his own judgment and was full of expectations.
"Hmm?"
At this moment, Xiao Yi suddenly furrowed his brow slightly.
His scanning gaze finally fixed on Ye Ming.
Because, among the surrounding Heavenly Talents, Ye Ming was actually the weakest, with his cultivation only at the Third Layer of Saint King Realm.
Ye Ming, obviously, also noticed Xiao Yi's gaze and his frown.
Ye Ming couldn't help but give a wry smile and said, "Junior Brother Xiao Yi, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Uh." Xiao Yi hesitated for a moment.
Beside him, Senior Swordswoman chuckled and said, "Xiao Yi, the brat, just scanned everyone with his gaze, probably sensing everyone's cultivation."
"Yet when his gaze landed on you, it lingered, and he frowned."
