"How long will it take you to recover your strength?"
Fang Yun looked down at the little white wolf, little fire dog, little sparrow, little calf, and little wooden puppet.
The five Great Sages felt an unprecedented fury.
"If you hadn't consumed so much ancestral might to sustain the ancestral realm projection, we would have tempered our sacred sense and bodies to their limits and recovered our strength by now!" Fire Virtue roared, but his voice sounded like a puppy barking.
Fang Yun looked back. The Ancestral Might Path had vanished, and the statues had disappeared as well, returning to the edge of the terrace.
Fang Yun looked toward the arena's terrace. The lingering will of the Gold Race Saint Ancestor, formed of lightning, still rested both hands on the terrace's edge and gazed outward.
The lingering will of lightning did not look down at the Sages, but stared straight ahead.
"Now that we've even received an ancestral realm projection, this inheritance should be over, shouldn't it?" Fang Yun asked.
"That's why I say a Half-Sage like you has no experience," Fire Virtue said. "If the inheritance were over, the Saint Ancestor's lingering will would disappear, then gather strength while waiting for the next inheritance. That Thunder Giant is still there, so the inheritance is still continuing."
The five Great Sages raised their chins slightly. For Great Sages, this was perfectly ordinary.
Fang Yun looked helplessly down at the five pets and said, "Should I wait for you to recover your strength, or keep going?"
The five Great Sages sighed in unison.
Lang Kun raised his right forepaw and waved it outward. "Just go. Stop showing off here."
Fang Yun blinked, not understanding what Lang Kun meant.
Yanhui explained, "All inheritances are the same. You have to pass through them