Even though the figure before him was old beyond comparison, he exuded an invisible aura that made Xiao Chen feel an indescribable nobility and power he could not put into words.
Upon opening his eyes, Xiao Chen was stunned by what he saw before him. Even though he held within his hands the fate of tens of thousands of tribes, he was taken aback by the sight of this ancient warrior who had fallen in a time long passed, yet appeared before him without any warning.
"Young man, where has your bravado gone? The same one that prompted you to plunder our Purple Snake Tribe, stealing armors, scriptures, and forging materials!" The Purple Snake Venerable seemed unsurprised by Xiao Chen's stupor, implying that he had expected such a reaction.
"Honorable elder... no, Venerable, you..." Upon hearing the hoarse voice of the old man, Xiao Chen felt a chill run through him. Swallowing multiple times, he asked, unsure.
