Old Turtle hung his head in thought for a long time, but eventually shook it slowly, his cloudy eyes full of hesitation and wariness. What Yun Tian had just said was too revolutionary for him to accept on the strength of a few words. As the self-proclaimed sage of the First Parallel Universe, he had never been one to trust others lightly.
Hades, however, already believed some of it. His brows drew together slightly, old resentment and doubt churning in his eyes. The baseless charges the White Tiger Race had leveled against him outside the Sixth Parallel Universe were still vivid in his memory. Those fabricated accusations of exterminating entire races had been carefully orchestrated attempts to frame him. He had always been certain that someone sinister lurked within the Snow Emperor's faction, secretly stirring up storms.
Only after spending a long time lost in thought did Old Turtle belatedly realize that Yun Tian had been calling him "Old Turtle" and "old bastard" all along, his tone dripping with mockery and disdain. He was, after all, a renowned sage of the First Parallel Universe, someone who had always commanded respect. When had anyone ever addressed him with such contempt? His cheeks puffed slightly with anger as he looked up at Yun Tian. But Yun Tian was turned toward Hades, speaking quietly with him, and paid Old Turtle no attention whatsoever. He had no time to spare for his indignation.
Hades looked at Yun Tian with gratitude, bowing slightly as he spoke with utmost sincerity. "Sir, thank you for saving Tian Yu. Without you, had Ghost Valley's plot succeeded, I truly dare not imagine what depths of eternal ruin the Werewolf Race would have fallen into."
Yun Tian waved a hand, his tone casual and indifferent. "It was nothing. I just