The old man sprang onto a small step.
Looking down from above.
As if pointing out the land and holding forth on the world, he began explaining this mysterious "Divine Seat" to Yue Yang.
"Are you sure no one ever taught you? You don't even know something this simple—how pitiful. A child with no one to teach or care for him is no different from weeds in wasteland... This won't do. If you don't even know this, people will laugh at you when you get up there!" The old man shook his head and sighed. Yue Yang's fury kept building like a Volcano. Damn it, who was responsible for nobody teaching or caring for him? Wasn't it these old ghosts? Every last one of them had hidden away and refused to show themselves, leaving the younger generation imprisoned or dead. The moment anyone poked their head out, danger came for them. From top to bottom, big and small, everyone in the Heaven-Piercing Tower was like a wild child without father or mother—anyone could bully them, anyone could come knocking and kick them once. Whose responsibility was that? It was caused by you seniors who had no self-awareness whatsoever!
If all the old ghosts of the Heaven-Piercing Tower had still been around, the Prison Emperor would not have died.
Her Majesty Empress Fei Wenli would not have needed to be imprisoned either.
And he himself.
Would not have been so miserably screwed that he did not even know what this Divine Seat was, forced to stand here and be laughed at.
The more Yue Yang thought about it, the angrier he became. He truly wanted to turn hostile, punch this damned senior beyond the nine heavens, then fight Tian Yu to the death—until one of them died!
"It's normal that you