Upon hearing Li Xiangshang say he could help create a temporary army, Qing Chi was greatly surprised.
She asked, "Is there such an innate talent in the world? That's too powerful, is it a high-class talent?"
Li Xiangshang touched his smooth nape and spoke honestly, "It's just low-class."
Qing Chi immediately became skeptical, "Low-class talent can also create an army? I'm not a three-year-old; I know how hard it is to form an army. Every step is a challenge, and it gets harder the further you go."
"You can form an army with just a low-class talent?"
Li Xiangshang had to supplement, "It's temporary, a temporary army."
"What kind of talent is it then?" Qing Chi pursued.
Li Xiangshang didn't answer directly at this point, "Even if it's temporary, something as significant as forming an army requires consulting others."
"Why don't we see your father first?"
