As for the younger generation, in this day and age, anyone who had not become a Saint lacked even the right to speak on an occasion like this.
At present, the gathering seemed to revolve around the Saint Spirit brought by Princess Yueling, the second-greatest beauty of the Central Plains. That Saint Spirit was named Shi Zhongxuan.
He took the lead, inviting Crown Prince Huaizun of the Golden Crow Race over. The two exchanged pleasantries and small talk. Shi Zhongxuan seemed to deliberately bring up the Golden Crow Race's ancient heritage, mentioning that ancient texts recorded them as possible descendants of a Heavenly Emperor.
Of course, they certainly were not descendants of Emperor. The title of Heavenly Emperor had not originated with Emperor either; perhaps it dated back to an even more distant age.
Watching this, Ye Fan sighed. When the tiger was away, the monkey proclaimed himself king. Jiang Ming had not returned this time. He wanted to force his way into the quasi-emperor realm to prepare for the great calamity ahead.
Now, among the younger generation gathered here, Shi Zhongxuan and Crown Prince Huaizun of the Golden Crow Race had arrived. The two talked of heaven and earth without restraint, as though this were their home ground.
"The Golden Crow Race has an ancient heritage, and even has a Quasi-Emperor presiding over it in this era. But does that Quasi-Emperor really exist?"
At that moment, Jiang Yifei walked over with a bronze wine cup in hand. Looking at Crown Prince Huaizun, he spoke with a gentle smile that felt like a spring breeze.
His words instantly made the atmosphere rather awkward. Jiang Yifei's seemingly casual question carried a strong note of provocation. After all, among the many forces from beyond their world, the Golden Crow Race had no