Chiyou's 80 brothers were so excited.
How could they not know Xuanyuan's prophecy back then, when they had been kept here for 5,000 years? They had been waiting for it for 5,000 years.
"Who is he, Brother Duanxiu?"
The 80 brothers stared at the gray-haired elder with fiery eyes.
"It's him." The gray-haired elder pointed at Ling Jiu.
Chiyou's 80 brothers looked at Ling Jiu in unison, excitement, curiosity, doubts, and suspicion filling their eyes.
"He is the person whom Xuanyuan prophesied? Really? It doesn't look like it!"
Ling Jiu also felt uncomfortable when so many apex super-clustered beings stared at him. Confused, he looked at the gray-haired elder.
"Mister, what are you all talking about? The more I listen, the more confused I am."