Jiang Wen shook his head, saying no more, his demeanor full of inscrutability.
Old A stared at Jiang Wen and said, "I can't believe that the once proud descendant of the God Race has willingly fallen so low, to be mingling with these ordinary people."
Jiang Wen smiled faintly, "Those who follow different paths cannot make plans together. You descendants of the Heavenly Race wish to usurp the Qi Luck of this world. Letting you continue down this path would be a disaster for this world."
Descendants of the God Race? Descendants of the Heavenly Race?
Aren't they from the Human Race? A myriad of questions emerged in the minds of Yang Zheng and his companions.
Regrettably, no one offered them an answer.
Old A coldly chuckled and replied disdainfully, "You make it sound as if you're so noble. You know best what scheme you're hatching; we're all the same in the end."
"No, no, no, we are not the same." Jiang Wen shook his head repeatedly.