"Fellow Daoist, have you mistaken me for someone else?"
The seemingly ordinary Human cultivator spoke to Wang Xian with great courtesy.
"Mistaken you for someone else?" Wang Xian chuckled. "You don't really count as human, do you?"
Wang Xian did not know what Humans and other races in the Chaos Sea were like, or whether, as in the Outer Universe, the myriad races had all evolved from Humans. But since the Star-Picking Race had no connection to the Human race, they should not count as Humans—and thus, not as people either.
"Fellow Daoist!" The Star-Picking Race Immortal Venerable's expression immediately darkened. "I spoke to you politely. Why are you insulting me?"
"Insulting you? How is that an insult? When did I insult you?"
Wang Xian looked surprised.
"You..."
The Star-Picking Race Immortal Venerable's face was filled with rage, but inwardly, he remained calm. After all, he was not Human. Wang Xian saying he was not a person was not really an insult.
However, since he had currently transformed into a Human, he was now a person. Being called inhuman by someone else naturally required him to show sufficient anger.
"Sigh!" Wang Xian sighed. "It seems you truly refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
Wang Xian actually had a favorable impression of the Star-Picking Race Immortal Venerable who had taken the Ring of Void and the Time Ring. If he had not taken them back then, the Ring of Void and the Time Ring would certainly have fallen into the God Race's hands, perhaps even into God's hands.
God was a Ten-Revolutions Immortal Emperor. If the Time Ring and Ring of Void had fallen into his hands, Wang Xian would have had to at least become a First Revolution Immortal Emperor—or perhaps an Immortal Emperor of an even higher