"Bullshit." Chiyou was so furious that his dark face flushed slightly red.
This was blatant slander. He had lost to Xuan Yuanjun back then, but when had his defeat ever been that miserable?
And when had he died such a wretched death?
It was utterly outrageous.
"Why get angry? It's only a fabricated myth," Xuan Yuanjun said, trying to calm him.
Of course Chiyou knew it was a myth, adapted from certain facts. But using him to make Xuan Yuanjun look good left a bad taste in his mouth no matter how he heard it.
After calming down a little, Chiyou suddenly had a thought. "Did you say several thousand years ago?"
"Yes."
"You went there tens of thousands of years ago. Why did the people of that world only come up with a myth like that several thousand years ago?" Chiyou asked.
"The people there were still uncivilized at the time," Xuan Yuanjun explained.
"Let's say that's true. Then how did you hear about a myth that only began circulating several thousand years ago? Don't tell me you went back there." Chiyou sneered.
He knew Xuan Yuanjun had activated the Cross-Realm Grand Formation back then and traveled from the Ancient World to the Martial World.
But he had paid an enormous price for it.
He did not believe Xuan Yuanjun had activated it again now.
"You're right. I haven't been back. Going back isn't that easy," Xuan Yuanjun said with a nod.
"Then how did you find out?" Chiyou asked.
Xuan Yuanjun fell silent.
"What? Can't say it, or have you run out of things to say? Go on, keep making things up," Chiyou said coldly.
"What's there that I can't say?" Xuan Yuanjun smiled faintly. "I met a few juniors who came over from that world."
Chiyou could