Before long, a Space Rift opened not far from Shen Fan, and a blurry figure stepped out.
It was Sacred Ancestor Yuan Hua, who had pursued him here.
Sacred Ancestor Yuan Hua's gaze fell on Shen Fan.
After sizing Shen Fan up, Sacred Ancestor Yuan Hua was ultimately drawn to his eyes.
There was no reverence in them, no fear, not even the slightest surprise.
They were so calm, as if he were looking at a passerby he had chanced upon.
Sacred Ancestor Yuan Hua had lived for countless years, yet this was the first time he had seen such a look on the face of a Fifth-Rank Sacred Ancestor.
Interesting.
"You don't seem surprised at all by my arrival?"
His indifferent, imposing voice echoed through the cave. Sacred Ancestor Yuan Hua was rather curious.
Shen Fan brushed at some nonexistent dust on his shoulder, looking completely relaxed.
He looked up and met the blurry figure's gaze, the corner of his mouth lifting in the faintest smile.
"Why should I be surprised?"
"You're no True Sage!
You're only a Fourth-Rank Sacred Ancestor, just one minor realm above me. Should I be afraid?"
At those words, the space frozen around Sacred Ancestor Yuan Hua rippled ever so slightly.
There was anger in it, and a hint of surprise.
But above all, there was disappointment!
"As expected of a native of the Outer Sea. Even if you were lucky enough to reach the Fifth-Rank Sacred Ancestor realm, you still have no perspective at all!"
"Perhaps those useless fools in the Outer Sea gave you the delusion that fighting above your realm is nothing out of the ordinary.
"But let me tell you this: perhaps you're a peerless Prodigy, one rarely seen in the Outer Sea even once in a hundred thousand years,