"Oh, who did I think it was? Turns out it's my old friend, Long Aotian."
At that moment, a voice brimming with mockery rang out.
Looking up, they saw a figure standing in the distance, staring at Long Aotian with a sneer.
He had a slender build, arms like two curved blades. His face was no different from a human's, but his lower body was a massive millstone.
"Heh, Long Xiu, what? From the sound of it, you don't welcome me?"
Long Aotian raised his head to look at him, his tone calm.
"Not welcome?"
"Of course we welcome you. You came here to die on your own—how could we not welcome that?"
As Long Xiu spoke, the surrounding members of the Chaos Ancient Clan emerged from the ruins and gathered around them.
"The clan elders said they wouldn't make a move, but that doesn't mean we can't."
"Long Aotian, it's been a long time since we last crossed hands. You got away by sheer luck last time—that was my failure."
"But this time, now that we've finally run into each other, I'd like to stretch my limbs a little too."
Long Xiu bent his neck slightly, his eyes locked tightly onto Long Aotian.
"You came to explore the ruins, and so did we."
"I don't think we should waste our energy on meaningless matters."
"But if you truly want to play, I don't mind playing with you."
The corner of Long Aotian's mouth lifted into a confident smile.
The others also revealed cruel smiles.
They held not the slightest pity for the Chaos Ancient Clan, nor did they show the slightest trace of fear.
After all, anyone among the living beings of the Origin Continent could fear the Chaos Ancient Clan—except them.
If even they feared the Chaos Ancient