When they heard Chen Changan, the seven young people respectfully walked up to him.
"May I ask what you wanted with us, senior?"
"How old are you?" Chen Changan asked with a smile.
How old were they?
What kind of question was that?
The seven exchanged glances, all looking bewildered. They had no idea what Chen Changan meant.
"To answer you, senior, none of us is even a thousand years old."
Not even a thousand years old, yet already at the Grand Ancestor Realm. They could certainly be called talents. After all, given their age, their cultivation environment was likely inferior to that of the Human Race in other worlds.
At this stage, the Human Race had been caught up in the conflicts of Qingyun Realm for a long time. Reaching the Grand Ancestor Realm was no small feat.
Otherwise, these seven wouldn't have been regarded as the future hope of the Human Race in Qingyun Realm, with the expectation that one day they would restore its former glory.
"Who created that formation just now?"
Hearing Chen Changan's question, the one at the head of the group answered, "The seven of us created it together."
The seven of them had created it together? That formation had some merit, though they had rushed things a little.
"You seven really are talented."
"It's just a pity that you have courage but no strategy. You're full of passion, yet you don't know how to assess the situation."
"Do you think what you did today was noble? Passionate? Grand?"
Chen Changan's words made the seven lower their heads awkwardly. Still, he could see that their eyes held a hint of defiance.
In their eyes, they hadn't done anything wrong.
"Senior, I know you're immensely powerful. Perhaps what we did looks like a joke to