"Damn, this is the first time I've ever seen Dugu Feng speak to someone like this—and a Human Race cultivator at that."
"My goodness, ever since Dugu Feng rose to prominence, he has basically never said this many words to cultivators of the same realm. What exactly happened in the Void Burial for him to value this Ye Lin so highly?"
"I just came out of the Void Burial. Let me sort it all out for everyone."
Suddenly, an incomparably excited voice rang out. A streak of light stood above the heavens—it was a young man.
The young man sat cross-legged in the void, a faint smile on his face as he looked at the crowd.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Pan Feng of the Coiling Dragon Clan. I have just emerged from the Void Burial and happen to know a few bits of inside news."
"Cut the nonsense. Get to it."
Before Pan Feng could finish introducing himself, a prodigy had already spoken up to urge him on.
Pan Feng, having been interrupted, felt a trace of displeasure in his heart. Yet when he saw the tens of thousands—perhaps even hundreds of thousands—of hostile gazes, he forcibly suppressed that dissatisfaction.
"Ahem, ahem. I'm talking, I'll get to it right away."
"The Void Burial was divided into three major regions, and I was in the Blazing Fire Prairie. By coincidence, Dugu Feng was there as well."
"At the time, us northern prodigies were more than a notch inferior compared to the prodigies of the other three regions. We suffered every humiliation, and the atmosphere grew tense to the extreme."
"In the end, Brother Dugu even arranged a battle in the depths of the heavens with the supreme genius of the south, determined to avenge the grudge from the