Ling Han turned his gaze to Shu Yarong.
Shu Yarong hadn't left with Ji Wuming. Instead, she simply watched him leave with an expression of respect and reverence. Only when he disappeared from sight did she change from kneeling to sitting. At the same time, the confidence and relaxed expression of a supreme prodigy returned to her face.
This was the true Shu Yarong.
"Lady Shu, who in the world is this Ji Wuming?" Ling Han asked.
Shu Yarong smiled, and replied, "I'm sure you can guess. He's naturally an extremely mighty person!"
It was clear that she wasn't willing to talk about Ji Wuming's true identity.
Ling Han could only guess. "Eighth Heaven Celestial King?" He focused on Shu Yarong's expression, and he saw a hint of disdain flash across her eyes.
"Ninth Heaven Celestial King!" he said in certainty.