"Old Clan Leader, do gods really exist?"
Bai Yuan looked at the old clan leader.
"They do."
To Bai Yuan's surprise, the old clan leader's answer was firm and unequivocal. He had expected more vague, noncommittal words.
He had actually asked Elder Pei this question before.
'Without a Saint, a Divine Communication Powerhouse is the pinnacle of the mortal world.'
Yet even a Grand Celestial Master of the Daoist Sect like Elder Pei, who had spent his life pursuing ascension, couldn't be certain in his heart.
Such conviction, like the old clan leader's, was rare.
"Old Clan Leader, what makes you so certain?"
The old clan leader's gaze grew profound. "The great sects of Xuan Yang often boast of their thousand- or ten-thousand-year histories. What they don't realize is that our Demon Hunter lineage is the oldest in the world."
