"What abilities? It's nothing more than being able to control the incense souls and fire insects of Jing Country."
Lord Jian patted his chest and said, "I, Teng Jian, don't need any incense. Just with the bow in my hand, I can shoot down those Heavenly Fire Clan people."
"..." Li Changxun.
Li Changxun never thought that Lord Jian loved bragging so much.
"Lord Jian, if you don't have incense, no matter how excellent your archery is, can you kill a disciple with the power of three sticks of incense?"
"No."
"Then that's it—under the Heavenly Dome, there are also nine sticks of incense. You can't use incense, but others can. So what are they in front of you?"
Li Changxun's expression suddenly turned solemn, and he said, "They are gods, and you are nothing more than an unremarkable ant in the human world."
His words were rough but held truth, and Lord Jian remained silent for a long time after hearing them.
