Regarding the old man's personal attacks, Shen Can fell silent for a moment, feeling there was no way to respond.
"Does the Human Race have Tier Seven warriors now?"
"I suppose we do."
When he said this, the old man's tone was somewhat heavy.
"Cultivate well, or one day you'll all be captured and offered as food to those terrifying tribes at the Mountain Sea Center."
"You survive because the Mountain Sea is vast, and my Human Race is especially capable of thriving and finding suitable lands for cultivation.
Like weeds, as long as some survive the calamity, they can reproduce, find a forest, and live on.
If it weren't for me chasing the Golden Crow this time, I wouldn't have known there were people thriving in this area."
"But as I traveled, I grew angry at some people's lack of ambition."
After a long time, Shen Can asked.
"Old brother, are you from the Ancestral Land?"
"Which Ancestral Land are you asking about?"
