Dragon Clan Meeting

"Hey, Brother Ox, do you think rogue cultivator experts will take part in the third stage of this Hundred-Clan Ranking Tournament?" "Yeah, that seemed to be what our elder meant. But don't ask me which rogue cultivator experts are participating—I don't know either." That "Monday-Morning Quarterback" seemed to know what the man was about to ask and hurriedly spoke first.

"Tch!" Everyone clicked their tongues at the "Monday-Morning Quarterback" again.

"You can tch all you want, but there's nothing I can do about it. I don't know means I don't know. Want me to make something up?" The "Monday-Morning Quarterback" looked utterly helpless. This was truly depressing.

"Go die!"

"You're asking for a beating. You dare admit you're lying so directly?"

"We..."

As the topic shifted, Yuan Tian saw that the new subject had nothing to do with the Hundred-Clan Ranking Tournament, and he was not very interested in it either. It was all Primordial Wilderness gossip. You had not read that wrong—gossip. Things like Ancestral Dragon seducing someone again, or Qilin Ancestor beating someone to a pulp again. In any case, it was all gossip. Yuan Tian had not been mistaken at first; these fellows really did live for gossip. See? One piece of gossip after another came pouring out.

Seeing that these fellows had no useful news left, Yuan Tian prepared to leave. As for his earlier thoughts, after thinking it over, he decided to forget it. After listening to them talk for so long, the anger in his heart had already faded, and he no longer felt like beating them up. He decided to let off these fellows who had disturbed his "sweet dream." Naturally, there was no need to reveal himself and greet them. He was afraid of scaring them, so he simply slipped away