Hearing this, a strange glint flashed through Ye Tian's eyes. He had never expected to encounter here a cultivator who had once participated in the Ten Thousand Nations Assembly.
With a thought, the space before his face subtly warped, preventing light from passing through normally.
This way, if anyone looked over, his face would automatically appear as someone else's.
"These injuries were sustained when I fought the demon barbarians," the middle-aged cultivator said gravely. "Because of these severe wounds, I am preparing to leave Wanghai City and return to my countryside home to live in seclusion."
"Since these injuries cannot be healed, the path for my cultivation to advance has been completely Severed from this day onward. Yet I do not feel any pain, because if Senior Ye had not risked his life to save me in Yan Ting City, I would have long since fallen into the bellies of the demon barbarians."
"On the contrary, that Immortal Lord from Immortal Dao Mountain and an Academy Instructor from the Sacred Hall actually joined forces with the demon barbarians. They are truly unworthy of being cultivators of the human race..." As the middle-aged cultivator spoke, fury could not help but blaze up within him.
"Shut up!" The kindly-looking young man's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly interrupted the middle-aged cultivator, lowering his voice. "How dare you speak recklessly of an Immortal Lord? Do you not want to live!?"
The middle-aged cultivator also realized he had misspoken and did not continue venting in anger.
"In any case, if what happened at the Ten Thousand Nations Assembly could be so thoroughly turned black into white and right into wrong, then these other charges are likely heavily watered down as well. I will not believe them!" After pausing, the middle-aged cultivator continued.
"When you mentioned