The Trans-ocean Starship also docked atop one of the planets, and when they descended from the starship, the enormous landing pad was already crowded with many people.
Of course, "people" is a loose term here, as many among them couldn't really be considered human.
Like that mechanical-like creature, it wasn't remotely human at all.
An Yan just had his eyes wide open this time.
Ever since he came down, his eyes never stopped roaming, intrigued by everything.
Of course, most of those here were Cultivators from the Human Clan.
After all, no other species, no matter how prolific or powerful, could compare to the favored Humans in their prime.
And among these Human Clan Cultivators, there was a clear divide.
Those short in stature, stomping around in wooden clogs with arrogance plastered on their faces, clustered together. They judged every Cultivator that came by and frequently let out mocking laughter.
