Tang Luo was unaware of the sighs in the heart of the Old Master. He was solely focused on expressing his viewpoint, and as the conversation deepened and advanced, they quickly reached the core.
"At the beginning, the Xiehe Human Race had almost no disparity in talents. But now, saying there's no difference in talent is deceiving nonsense.
The sacred lands, sects, and noble families produce talents in abundance, whereas it's increasingly difficult for the common people to produce any prodigies. I believe the core reason boils down to one word!"
The man, sitting cross-legged like a tiger crouching with dragon-like composure, extended a finger, his tone brimming with a powerful aura, as if the truth confronted them directly.
The old man in the floral coat had lived too long, seeing through many so-called mesmerizing claims. So, he maintained an indifferent demeanor, even less enthusiastic than when smelling peanut butter earlier.
