Dao Lord Xin felt that Jiang Bufan was insulting him.
As everyone knew, the subtext of "the future belongs to you" was-the present belongs to me.
The last person to believe such nonsense, Mr. Zhan, had lost miserably in the end. Mr. Zhan had never been to university and had read too little to know that swindlers ran rampant in this world.
Dao Lord Xin was educated. He would not believe such nonsense.
"Unordinary Dao Lord, the present can belong to us young people too. Waiting for those old fellows to hand the world over to us is far too slow. I prefer to seize it myself."
After a pause, Lianshan Xin added, "Of course, you're a young man too."
Political struggle meant uniting every force that could be united, making more friends and fewer enemies.
Jiang Bufan was a friend he could unite with.
Hearing Lianshan Xin's words, Jiang Bufan could not help laughing. "Compared with you, I'm already an old man from the previous era.
"But compared with those Old Fossils, I am indeed still young. In this Age of Great Contention, my age doesn't even amount to a fraction of those revived powerhouses' ages."
"But you've already surpassed most of those Old Fossils and advanced to Dao Lord before them."
Lianshan Xin casually slipped in a little flattery, but the finest flattery often consisted of stating facts and recounting the other person's proudest
achievements.
The sealed powerhouses were not all Dao Lords. More of them were merely at the ancient ordinary Immortal Realm-what was now called the Celestial Phenomena Realm.
It was no exaggeration to say that most were less powerful than the fellow disciples Jiang Bufan and Jiang Buping.
Of course, even in antiquity, those two would have been the Holy Sons and prodigies of the