"Old Chen, don't take things so extremely. No one wants to wipe everyone out. At the end of the day, it is only sparring, meant to foster competition and ultimately achieve mutual progress." Elder in Tang Suit spoke gently, doing his best to downplay the issue.
"Wouldn't I know whether anyone wants to completely crush Old Arts?" Old Chen said coldly.
"Old Chen, you are still as stubborn as ever. After the four elders of Old Arts passed away, there are ultimately only you and perhaps one or two others left in this field who are both powerful and full of ideas." Elder in Tang Suit shook his head. He remained calm and composed, speaking with immense confidence.
Old Chen said, "Chang Heng, you are very confident. Ever since you thought you found the bridge leading to the extraordinary and your strength leapt forward, your character has no longer been so restrained."
Elder in Tang Suit was named Chang Heng. He too had short hair, black, glossy, and thick. Aside from a few wrinkles appearing on his face when he spoke, he did not look old at all. His eyes were deep, carrying a strength that came from within.
Most astonishingly, a faint halo actually covered his body at that moment, as if some mysterious power had attached itself to him. It made one's heart quail at the sight, giving him a somewhat transcendent air.
He stood on the grayish-brown frozen earth, a hazy glow emitting from outside his body. Not far behind him stood an icy warship, creating a scene where myth and technology touched and coexisted.
Many people's hearts pounded wildly. Over the past several decades, New Star had gained quite a few new species, though only in recent years had the clues gradually emerged. They had been