"Involvement?"
Daoist Zi Ying, clad in a purple Daoist robe, hovered in the sky, eyes fixed on the second master. The corners of her eyes glanced over at Chen Yi, who was still performing the Near and Far Divine Power. Her already expressionless face appeared even colder.
"You who have not experienced how the Human Race stood firm on the Taizhou Mountain Battlefield, could never understand the sacrifices those ancestors made back then!"
"You don't know, Cui Sheng, you know nothing!"
The past has faded.
Over the past few hundred years, Daoist Zi Ying herself has somewhat forgotten how many years exactly it has been.
She only remembers when she was young, the Human Race had just completed the strong city, the guard city, and the inner city on the Taizhou Mountain Battlefield.
At that time, dozens of ancestors were still around, all of whom were Great Powers in the Divine Power Eighth Realm.
However, good times did not last long.
