"Brother Fengyang, ever so concerned for the world. Such magnanimity is truly admirable."
At this moment, the Saint Master of Space-Time, Qitian Dao, remarked coolly.
His words carried a hint of ridicule, though he didn't press the matter.
"The world ultimately belongs to the younger generation—the Saint Sons and Saintesses, the Divine Sons and Divine Ladies. Once we enter the Saint Realm, we must abide by the rules. Saints do not interfere. We yield the world to them."
Long Fengyang paid it no mind, responding calmly.
"Celestial Dao Saint Master, must you be so provocative?"
Just then, Duan Jiutian arrived fashionably late from a short distance away. His voice boomed like thunder, spanning the heavens and surging toward them.
He arrived in a flash, like the fabled Purple Qi from the East, a violet beam that shot across the sky.
On the cloud platform, he stood motionless, his gaze locked directly with Qitian Dao's.
