The old man stared blankly for a moment before the Green Robe Youth beside him urged him on. "Old man, what did the other party say?"
"Human race. He said he was of the human race," the old man replied.
The Green Robe Youth's gaze flickered faintly, but he continued staring intently at that lone sword.
Those two words carried far too much information. The old man and the Green Robe Youth both needed quite some time to digest them.
Human spirits were essentially equivalent to the human race in the Main World, but they never referred to themselves as the human race.
Quite a number of lofty human spirits even drew a line between themselves and the human race, treating them as two separate races!
Of course, the same situation existed among monkey spirits, bird spirits, and snake spirits. Some of the Four Spirits of the Four Spirits Sect possessed an innate sense of superiority and refused to acknowledge the races of the Sub-World as their kindred.
"Did you come from the Chaos World?" the old man asked his second question.
The other party's method of answering was too troublesome and too slow. The old man was not afraid of confusing him and could only ask one question at a time.
The gaze behind the lone sword began flickering intermittently again...
Three times, twice, then three more times...
As the gaze flickered, the word yes surfaced in the old man's mind.
"If you came from the Chaos World, how did you get out?" the old man continued questioning him.
The strange color in the Green Robe Youth's eyes grew even deeper. This human outside really was one of his own kind!
The problem was that the Chaos World was a sealed whole!
Yet that was a one-in-ten-thousand opportunity, an