Zhuo Rusui and the others had been on the beach, watching the two wheelchairs by the sea.
This conversation would surely be written into humanity's history. How could it go unheard and unrecorded?
So they were all eavesdropping, nervous and faintly excited, as though doing something bad.
To avoid disturbing the conversation, they communicated entirely through divine sense.
Several strands of divine sense gathered in one place, affecting the flow of air and forming a hazy mass.
"The Sect Master True Person is as arrogant as ever. Who strikes first? He actually said, 'I am humanity'!"
"Did the old man only make you read fairy tales, not those history books? Who could get ahead of that woman? An emperor said something similar."
"That was a sharp retort from the Founding Patriarch. How should he answer? 'I'll bring up the rear.' Does the Sect Master True Person have to admit he's a jellyfish?"
"The young master answered so well. 'I am all life'... if only they wouldn't fight."
"He can't hear you. Liu S sui, could you stop flattering him? Don't hold back later. Throw all your law treasures out together."
"That sword strike was good. If we're talking about representing the direction of human evolution, though, it ought to be Ping Yongjia or that little girl."
"Does Miss Qing'er count? Speaking of which, where is she? Will she join the fight?"
"Ping Yongjia has nothing to do with this world? What does that mean? Does One Sword for All Things have some other origin? If only he were here."
"The Sect Master True Person actually said that wasn't important. Changing the subject so clumsily-how shameless."
"Can he really escape the Heaven-Bearing Sword's control?"
"The Sect Master True Person already wanted to kill the Founding Patriarch back on Chaotian Continent? Why?