"Heh heh, we can't let the young ones outdo us."
The group arrived before the Primordial Divine Hall. Hann Yun had finally settled down, forced to suppress the seething jealousy in his heart.
Fan Ru placed his hand on the gate of the great hall. Without a doubt, Wang Meng's impressive display had filled Sect Leader Fan with gratitude. He had brought Wang Meng along partly to give him an opportunity, but mostly in the hopes that he would look after Fan Hong. He never expected Wang Meng to be so helpful. It wasn't that Sect Leader Fan was overthinking things; a man in his position had seen the fickleness of human relationships and understood the importance of reciprocity. He had simply forgotten that Wang Meng and Fan Hong were not like him.
'Time for this old man to relive his younger days.'
BOOM…
The great gates of the Primordial Divine Hall swung open violently. What did Primordial Cultivators matter? Throughout history, the new generation has always surpassed the old!
