"It's not that they're insane, but it is rumored that the Aurora Cloud Gate has always been a place of amnesty for Divergents."
Suddenly, an old voice shook them out of their reverie.
Everyone turned to see who it was, their gazes falling in the direction of the Light Dragon Clan.
"Once Divergents entered the Aurora Cloud Gate, it seemed that they mostly never head out, and even if they do, they remain more peaceful than your average cultivator trying to hunt for treasures, only to plunder and kill. Of course, I'm not siding with them but merely stating what I have heard in my long life."
That old voice spoke once again, causing everyone's gaze to fall on an old man. He appeared to hold a cane stick as he remained seated, his white hair flowing down his shoulders. There was an ancient air to him, and his aura that appeared exemplary was frail as he looked like old bones. However, they could sense almost nothing from him.
