"So what. How many Yin Yang Perfected Lords does this mainland have when compared to the Ancient You Clan? They are on a completely different level. They will crush you just based on numbers." Yin Yang Child was still unconvinced.
Ye Qingtang did not refute this point. Although Yin Yang Child was annoying, what he said was true.
The Ancient You Clan's roots and culture went back at least ten thousand years. How could this mainland compare to them…
When he saw that Ye Qingtang did not speak further, Yin Yang Child was rather unused to no one arguing with him. In the end, he frowned and said, "I'm just saying that… perhaps there really is a solution. You don't need to be despondent."
"Yin Yang Child, you really have an irritating mouth." The man in black armor glared at Yin Yang Child and smiled coldly.
Without his father's powerful reputation, Yin Yang Child would probably have been beaten to death already for his irritating mouth.
