"Earth God? Heavenly Race?"
Han Zuitian frowned. His expression changed slightly as he muttered to himself.
The old man smiled and said, "That's right, it's the Earth God appointed by the Heavenly Race. It's also your blessing that I came to the Hundred Peak Immortal River."
Blessing?
Han Zuitian was immediately furious and scolded, "Screw off. Are you even worthy?"
His language was inherited from Han Jue. He spoke like him and cursed similarly.
The reason why he was moved just now was that he had never heard of the Heavenly Race.
Most of the living beings did not know about the high and mighty Heavenly Race, and the disciples of the Hidden Sect who knew about it had a huge difference in seniority with Han Zuitian. They couldn't be bothered to acknowledge him, let alone talk about the current Immortal World.
The Earth God was stunned. He didn't expect Han Zuitian to suddenly fall out with him.