"Miss, that guy actually dared to curse our Ancient Clan. He truly deserves to die!"
After parting ways with the Flower Sect, Heavenly Nether Sect, and the others, the Ancient Clan elder remained furious as they flew toward Starfall Pavilion. When it came to Lin Feng, he was displeased beyond measure.
Hearing this, the other Ancient Clan Half-Saint shook his head. "There's no point in saying any more to him now. We might as well wait quietly for a while. Later, during the coming-of-age ceremony, we can have the youngsters of our clan let them know that we, the Dou God Clans, and those lowborn commoners are forever two different things."
As he spoke the latter half, the former narrowed his eyes, his voice carrying a trace of coldness as well.
Their Ancient Races were extremely disgusted by those non-Dou Di bloodline individuals who possessed talent and ambition.
After all, everyone could have coexisted peacefully. You lowborn commoners could simply remain lowborn commoners, muddling through your lives without aspiring to cultivate to too high a realm—especially not the Dou Sheng realm.
Meanwhile, they, the Dou God Clans, could forever remain the rulers of the continent, merely collecting a small fee from each major faction and taking a little territory, then working tirelessly to preserve the peace of the world for lowborn commoners like them.
That way, those at the bottom could forever remain at the bottom, while they rulers could forever remain rulers. Everyone could uphold this order and live harmoniously together. Wouldn't that be good?
Yet even though they Dou God Clans so selflessly maintained the order of the Dou Qi Continent, those lowborn commoners always pushed their luck, dreaming of encroaching upon the territories and interests of the Dou God Clans.
Especially people like the first Pagoda Master