"What are you?" Ye Yu asked with a frown. Though the figure before him was humanoid, Ye Yu felt that this person was not human.
The man chuckled upon hearing that, then said teasingly, "You seem a little rude. But never mind. I am Yang Zhen, Sect Master of the Divine Sect."
"Sect Master of the Divine Sect?" Ye Yu sized Yang Zhen up.
"What? I don't look like one? Must every sect master be some white-bearded, floating-haired old fossil? You humans really are amusing." Yang Zhen spoke with a grin.
Then Yang Zhen beckoned with his hand, and Ye Yu was sucked into the Treasure Pavilion. The doors shut behind him.
Ye Yu clenched the Void Sky Cauldron tightly and stared straight at Yang Zhen, unable to tell what he intended to do.
Yang Zhen saw Ye Yu's wariness but said nothing about it. "After all these years, you humans still haven't made the slightest progress. Why is anything beyond your horizons automatically unreasonable?"
"If this continues, when our Divine Race descends, you will still repeat the same mistakes."
Ye Yu frowned at those words. The Divine Race was one of the Ancient Royal Clans!
It was difficult to imagine that someone from an Ancient Royal Clan had once established a force in the Cambrian Ruins.
"As a member of an Ancient Royal Clan, you actually built your own sect here." Ye Yu looked around and spoke.
"See? There you go again. Just because you haven't seen something doesn't mean it is unreasonable. Don't use those pitiful little horizons of yours to define the course by which the world turns." Yang Zhen frowned. "What I hate most is this self-righteousness of you humans. You think whatever is yours is right, and anything that strays even a little beyond common