Looking at Ye Qingtian, Ye Rulin sighed softly and finally revealed a earth-shattering secret stored in his heart for decades.
"The world you and I are in is the Mortal World, where Martial Disciples and Martial Forms are as numerous as carp crossing the river, countless in number; many prominent families even have Martial Kings overseeing them."
"However, there are barely two Martial Emperors in this world. Eastern Demon, West Poison, Southern Monk, Northern Army, and Central Heaven once represented the pinnacle of power in the Martial Arts Realm of this world."
"Until recently, you appeared and broke their legend."
"But do you know, in that world, their power, including yours, is only at the very bottom!"
Ye Rulin paused and glanced at Ye Qingtian.
Ye Qingtian remained indifferent, his expression like an ancient well without ripples.
Ye Rulin was slightly taken aback, evidently not expecting Ye Qingtian's mindset to be so calm.
