Soon, Dyon had two crystals in his hand. Although they didn't look much different from each other, the cultivation age stone was significantly heavier.
"How old are you really?" Saintess Rue asked curiously.
Saintess Ray's large white eyes sparkled as she looked toward Dyon expectantly.
Dyon grinned. "Didn't the mighty and wise wrinkled turtle over there already tell you? I'm thousands of years old. I'm foolish and untalented."
The two saintesses couldn't help but giggle at Dyon's provocative words.
"It seems that you three clans are quite ungrateful." Dyon said, turning his attention back to the three family heads. "Do you remember the history of the Celestial Deer Sect? Do you know why it was named as such instead of the Celestial Beast Sect it was meant to be originally? Hm?"
The three heads remained silent. Truth be told, Dyon was impressed that they recollected themselves so quickly. Others might not be so calm in a situation where they had no power like this one.
