Instantly, his heart stirred, pondering whether to use this identity to build a relationship with the other party, to inquire about things in the starry skies, and by the way, to see what level of power the Sheep Horn Race in the starry skies belonged to.
But he found that when the Celestial-level Creature of the Black Sheep Horn Race saw him, their face suddenly turned cold, and a divine thought transmission appeared in his mind: "White sheep horn, servant race? Who allowed you to go out?"
Yang Yuan paused, looking at the other party in astonishment.
What does that mean?
Oh, in their eyes, white sheep horns belong to a servant race?
Isn't this an insult?
After all, it seems that all the Sheep Horn Race on the Creation Continent have white sheep horns.
Doesn't this imply that the creatures of the Creation Continent are inferior?
While Yang Yuan was dazed, the Sheep Horn Race person opposite him scolded again, "Still not coming over quickly."
