"Every word this young man has said is true!"
At the sound of this voice, the entire crowd shuddered, and their faces turned odd as they looked in the direction of the source of the sound.
Even Yang Zhen felt a strange sensation rising within him.
No one could have expected that the voice of a person, or perhaps a creature, could resonate with such an ancient aura, as if it came from an ancient era, giving a sense of timeless antiquity and vicissitudes.
Where Yang Zhen's gaze fell, the members of the Sea Dragon Clan parted, revealing a wizened, hunchbacked elder leaning on a walking stick made from the unidentified leg bone of a beast.
