"I originally thought you were a native of this place, but it seems I was wrong. The homeland behind this portal must be yours!" Muria looked at the Space Gate connecting two realms, her eyes shimmering with light.
Given the current state of this Space Gate, it had obviously appeared not long ago. Otherwise, it wouldn't look like this; a civilization capable of producing Iron Battleships could absolutely crush a race still engaged in Primitive Totem Worship.
And now, the civilization on the other side of the portal was clearly in a very cautious initial exploration phase, which could be understood by observing the Sea Island below that had only been partially explored.
"Yes, I am not a creature native to this soil." Jiuli admitted tranquilly; there was nothing worth hiding as his form differed greatly from the creatures of the Island.
"I knew it! How could a primitive and wild Sea Area like this possibly possess such a refined method of cultivation left by your ancestors?"
