Why choose these four old men?
The yellowish hue of their bodies was much deeper than anyone else present—the essence within them had been exhausted to its very limit, looking as if they were at death's door.
This meant they had been in this Divine Vein the longest; they were bound to know the most.
What Chang'sheng lacked now was intelligence.
When these four old men heard Chang'sheng's voice transmission, their pupils shrank suddenly, their bodies trembled violently, but they didn't make any extra movement.
It wasn't deliberate restraint, but rather old ailments and years of repression had sapped them of all strength to react in any other way.
The Holy Qi Chang'sheng infused into their bodies gave them the bare ability to transmit sound to others with their minds.
Under Chang'sheng's concealment, one of the elders sent a weak voice transmission.
"Are you from the lower realm?"
