Yang Qingyun suddenly felt a little sad.
He understood the reactions of these Sect Ancestors very well.
It was like two childhood friends who had once been very close: when they grew up, one became a Governor of a Province, while the other remained a village farmer.
When the latter faced the former, no matter how close they had once been, he would inevitably act restrained when visiting. A deep barrier would form between them.
And now,
The gap between Yang Qingyun and the Sect Ancestors was even greater than that between a Governor of a Province and a village farmer!
At the very least, the former could not destroy hundreds of millions of village farmers with a single breath.
But Yang Qingyun could do that!
The gap was simply too vast!
Even their levels of life were already completely different!
To these Sect Ancestors whose strength still remained at the Void Realm and Cave-Heaven Realm,
that junior boy from the past had already grown into an immortal-god-like existence who controlled the sun, moon, and stars, trod upon the vault of heaven, and ascended to the Ninth Heaven!
At that level,
they had reached the point where even standing on tiptoe and craning their necks to look up, they still could not see his back!
The gap between them was like that between an ant and a giant dragon!
This sort of gap
could not be changed merely because Yang Qingyun lowered his posture a little and made his voice gentler, nor could it return to how things had been in the past.
Some changes
could never be reversed.
Understanding was one thing,
but this profound estrangement from the Sect elders of old still caused a trace of sadness to rise in Yang Qingyun's heart.
He had climbed higher and