Qian Zhong heard him say that he was Beyond True Lord and casually waved a hand. "There are those Beyond True Lord, but I'm not one of them."
Then she looked him up and down. "Quite an ingenious creation."
The Centaur had long since been scared half to death by her. Hearing this, he hurriedly answered, "Stitched together, stitched together... not ingenious."
"Stitched together..." Qian Zhong's brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of disgust appeared in her eyes. "Wizard methods?"
She had some understanding of the Ghost Shaman World and had recently read quite a few books.
She somewhat admired the Wizards' strange and imaginative ideas, but felt even more disgust toward them.
"Yes, yes, Wizard methods," the Centaur said, nodding his horse head repeatedly. I'm a Wizard. If I don't use Wizard methods, am I supposed to use Cultivation methods?
Even if he wanted to use Cultivation methods, he would first have to know them.
Only after the Wizard System reached their level did they realize just how heaven-defying the Cultivators' system was, but by then it was already too late.
He also knew that Cultivators looked down on some of their methods.
He had once felt somewhat indignant about it, but now he was especially grateful—otherwise, he might have been taken away.
Cultivators' experiments were not as bloody and cruel as Wizards', but what Witch Ancestor would be willing to be imprisoned?
If he truly suffered such a fate, he might as well be dead.
The next moment, he noticed another issue. "There really are beings Beyond True Lord who came here too?"
"That is not something you should ask about." Qian Zhong waved a hand and said coolly, "All of you, show yourselves!"
The Chessboard snorted coldly. "You say show ourselves, and we show ourselves?"
"Oh? You