Inside the palace, the candlelight was not bright, just like the bleak sky outside at that moment.
No one knew what kind of sandalwood that incense was. Though it smelled pleasant, it was far too heavy and rich.
Venerable Golden Swan simply looked at the three of them. Of course, his gaze soon moved away from Ye Qingfeng and Ye Yunzhen. He knew that the one who could truly make decisions was Ye Jingcheng.
"Then where does Your Venerable self think we come from?" Ye Jingcheng paused for a moment, then finally spoke.
The moment these words came out, Venerable Golden Swan's eyes could not help becoming even more indifferent. Clearly, he was not satisfied with this answer.
But that reaction told Ye Jingcheng that the other party either had no intention of killing them, or was constrained by Soul-Repelling City's rules. Of course, it was also possible that he wanted to negotiate terms with them.
"Your Venerable self, there are countless continents in the Spirit Realm, and my human race is but a small clan in a remote corner. Where else could we come from?"
"Of the descendants of Sage Lord Qi Xuan from over ten thousand years ago, how many forces split off, and how many people could say it clearly?" Ye Jingcheng's words were neither humble nor arrogant.
A Void Refining cultivator's lifespan was only ten thousand years or so. Even after taking lifespan-extending spirit medicines, extending it by four or five thousand years was already considered very long.
As for events from ten thousand years ago, how many people could explain them clearly?
Most likely, even those Qi Xuan descendants who had come could not guarantee whether there was another branch of Sage Lord Qi Xuan's descendants.
It was just like the Ye Family back then.