Secrets of the Ancient Races

"Sometimes, dealing with people like you, sir, really is a headache."

True Person Huai Jin spoke with a smile, though there was a trace of helplessness in the way he looked at Ye Xiu.

People said that dealing with clever people was an easy, time-saving affair, but who knew how much psychological pressure one had to endure when truly facing someone whose senses were so sharp that a mere hint could let him see through everything in your heart?

Even knowing full well that the other party was not an enemy, such a gap that bordered on a difference of species still made one shudder.

Perhaps this was how ordinary people felt when facing geniuses.

Because they simply could not understand why the other party's abilities were so outstanding, they would ultimately develop fear and awe toward the unknown.

Cultivators thus stood above mortals, and now geniuses likewise stood above those of ordinary talent.

Had he, who had always been regarded by others as the embodiment of talent, one day become a pursuer who could only sigh in admiration?

Thinking of this, True Person Huai Jin's mood inexplicably soured a little.

Fortunately, as a Purple Palace Realm cultivator who had spent years traveling abroad, if nothing else, his state of mind was first-rate.

There was no need to elaborate on that. To continue handling affairs properly despite the persecution within his sect, and even before clearly realizing that his sect's accumulated problems were beyond saving, to remain wholeheartedly determined to rescue it—if his mentality had been any poorer, he would have long since fallen into the demonic path.

"Have you ever heard of Earth-Vein Mountain Gods, sir?"

True Person Huai Jin pointed directly at the vast mountain range before them and asked.

Ye Xiu frowned. Why had the subject suddenly