The great battle had ended only a little over a hundred years ago. The Human Race, Essence Fire Race, and Yaksha Race all needed time to recuperate. With three Great Ascension cultivators currently among the Human Race on the Profound Spirit Continent, the Silver Shark Clan presumably would not dare cause trouble.
It was better to guard against the slightest possibility than leave anything to chance.
The Silver Shark Clan was a newly risen race. In less than twenty thousand years, it had already gained the battle strength of two Great Ascension cultivators. It was difficult to avoid becoming overconfident. So far, the Silver Shark Clan had not come into serious conflict with the Human Race.
"What? The Silver Shark Clan has the nerve to cause trouble?"
Wang Changsheng asked doubtfully. The Silver Shark Clan's Great Ascension cultivator had been born less than twenty thousand years ago, while the Human Race had three Great Ascension cultivators. Jin Jiao was choosing this moment to cause trouble—
"Not at present, but that doesn't mean there won't be any in the future. And if someone wants to cause trouble, it doesn't necessarily have to be the Silver Shark Clan. Those who aren't of our race will never share our hearts. It's always better to be more vigilant."
Zhao Yunxiao said solemnly.
Whether it was the Silver Shark Clan or the Golden Scale Clan, both were targets the Human Race had to guard against.
Wang Changsheng nodded. All he had to do was give the order.
After chatting for nearly half an hour, a handsome, tall Golden Shirt Youth walked in and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Zhao, Grandmaster Wang, Master told me to bring you over."
Wang Changsheng was slightly taken aback. There was only one possible reason this Golden Shirt Youth