Myria glanced at the five youngsters from the Rising Human Lower Realm.
There were two women and three men, all of them wearing different robes, indicating that they weren't from the same power even though they were from the same realm.
Seeing Myria remain silent, Julaine brought her hand to her mouth and giggled.
"I wonder if you would understand if I said that we came from the Abandoned Immortal Lower Realm. Surely, you would have heard abo-"
"I know what you're talking about. I don't see the need to converse with you. That's all."
Myria cut her short and returned her gaze to the misty skies.
"Ah~ Don't be so cold." Julaine waved her hand and pouted, "We're the only immortals here that we get bullied and scorned by transcendents all the time. That's right— I heard that there was someone called the Emperor of Death leading a group from the world you came from. I also heard that he is an Anarchic Divergent. Is that true?"
