Everyone wore strange expressions.
A Saint walked out of the demonic mist, bringing a young man with him. He said that he wanted to show him the prodigies of the world, and now? A Saint that they had never seen before had appeared, and he also brought a young man with him, saying that he wanted to broaden his horizons.
The two Saints had the same intention. They both wanted the youngsters with them to appear in this world.
What could be more famous than defeating the Imperial Clans?
This infuriated the Saints. F*ck! What did they think the Imperial Clans were? A stepping stone?
Yang Yihuan looked at the golden-veined young man, and smiled, "I am Yang Yihuan. How may I address you, brother?"
"Only those who can win my approval are qualified to know my name," the golden-veined young man declared proudly.
