The great hall was utterly silent.
Lu Chuan's face was as still as an ancient well, yet light flickered in his eyes.
Only after a long while did he say in a low voice, "So the Celestial Race were actually a portion of the Ancient God Descendants.
"Trash who counted the classics and forgot their ancestors, yet still thought themselves high above everyone else.
"Back when they rose to power, even if their own talents were decent, did they not also enjoy the resources and benefits of the clan?
"In the end, they refused to acknowledge the debt.
"If that was the case, then those fellows deserved death all the more.
"Why have they been kept around all these years? Could it be that we humans could do nothing to them?"
"Naturally not..."
The Immortal Martial Hall Master immediately said, "Over these years, the Celestial Race's strength had indeed grown considerably, and they even had someone at the Great Perfection Quasi-Saint Realm within their clan.
"But if we humans wanted to take them down, there would still be no problem.
"It was just..."
He paused, looked toward Lu Chuan, and said, "One Celestial Race was nothing, but the Ancient Gods behind them were something we had to guard against..."
"Ancient Gods..."
Lu Chuan's expression changed at once, then he asked in confusion, "Senior, did you not say the Ancient Gods had already vanished?"
"That's right. They had vanished, but they had only vanished, not died..."
The Immortal Martial Hall Master's expression was grave.
Lu Chuan reacted at once and said in a low voice, "Senior means the Ancient Gods might return?"
"I don't know..."
The Immortal Martial Hall Master shook his head and said, "No one could say for certain.
"However, judging from the signs currently known, that possibility was