Lu Huangtian was taken aback by Gu Yuan's question. Then, contempt flashed in his eyes as he threw back his head and laughed wildly. "Hahaha! Those trash from the Tunling Clan are nothing more than slaves toyed with in the palms of the Holy Clan's hands." Even Gu Yuan frowned at Lu Huangtian's shocking words. Clearly, Lu Huangtian's answer had exceeded his expectations. Seeing Gu Yuan's troubled expression, Lu Huangtian felt a surge of satisfaction and mocked, "Why do you think a race like the Tunling Clan, whose strength far surpasses yours, appeared on the Douqi Continent? We merely bestowed upon them a few cultivation techniques and methods of casting arts. And this is the power of the Holy Clan. Even the tiniest offering is beyond the imagination of lowly slaves like you!"
As Lu Huangtian began explaining, Gu Yuan waved his hand and sealed off the surrounding space. Although Xiao Yan did not yet fully understand what Lu Huangtian meant, he knew the implications were beyond anything he could imagine. Clearly, Gu Yuan did not regard him as an outsider either; at the very least, he had not concealed such matters from him.
Yao Lao was equally unfamiliar with all this. The only thing he knew was that the Tunling Clan had once been a clan of the Douqi Continent.
As Xiao Yan made his way here, he had found it rather strange. The Mystic Pattern Sect's method of condensing patterns was almost entirely unheard of to him. Now, it seemed that the Mystic Pattern Sect did not belong to the Douqi Continent at all. This caused certain things he had nearly completely forgotten to suddenly surface in his mind.
Xiao Yan always felt that those memories were extremely important, but they had indeed become increasingly vague, to the