"It seems you really have gotten old,"
the White Deer youth said, glancing at Ancestor Yan.
Although they were conversing face to face, the surrounding individuals were only a few meters away from them, with cultivation at the Divinity Transformation Realm, yet they couldn't hear a single word. If they tried to listen intently or attempt to read their lips, they would become dizzy and their vision would blur.
If they persisted, it could even harm their mental state.
Everyone couldn't help but be astonished.
Because this undoubtedly proved that both Mystic Venerables who had arrived were there in the flesh.
Ancestor Yan curled his lips and said, "Don't worry, there's still plenty of time, enough for me to cultivate a successor for the Yu Family. Not everyone is like Ancestor Yuan, that guy."
