"Heh. 'Never had a master since its existence?' You've only been alive for a few years, little one. How dare you say such a thing? I merely took a nap and let you lot come in to reap the benefits for a while. What's this now? Not only are you ungrateful, but you're trying to take this mountain from me?"
The ancient voice spoke, a hint of amusement in its tone.
Chen He was furious. In his eyes, the owner of the voice was clearly spouting nonsense and toying with him.
Ever since he had joined the Palace Guard Army, he had never been treated with such contempt.
If not for the uncertainty of the enemy's strength, he would have charged into the Desperate Mountain Range long ago to drag out the owner of the voice.
But for now, he could only suppress his rage and say, "My cultivation has spanned 6,750 years. Are you sure you want to call me a 'little one'?"
