Xuan Huang's gaze followed Ye Tian's toward the foot of the mountain, and she too noticed that fellow.
He looked like a child no more than ten-odd years old, a human child.
Dressed in plain, exceedingly shabby clothes, he carried a small basket on his back. He seemed greatly surprised by the stone stele that had suddenly appeared before him.
"This brat doesn't seem to be naturally like this, does he?" A trace of puzzlement flashed through Xuan Huang's eyes as she spoke.
Yet Ye Tian spoke with great certainty.
"To behave this way before two people with saint strength—I wonder where he got such thoughts."
Xuan Huang had originally been somewhat interested, but after making her own inferred judgment and hearing Ye Tian's verdict, she immediately understood some things. Her inner heart was also filled with a plan for dealing with this matter.
"There is no need to beat him to death with one stick. Some schemes are unavoidable, even necessary. To accomplish all these things in such a short time, hoping to catch your and my eye and thus rise against the current of fate—for most ordinary humans, that is something they have no choice but to do. It is also a road they must inevitably walk."
"Otherwise, how could the human race rise so easily? Although I said earlier that ordinary humans and humans who have already stepped onto the path of cultivation are closely connected, or that there are many ties between the two, there are simply far too many ordinary humans."
"The intelligence of living beings is inherently full of complexity. Once social divisions began, after the Xiantian Human Race was Separated from ordinary humans, this kind of situation was bound to emerge."
"Thus, it is understandable for ordinary humans to do certain things if