'Who are you calling big brother? I'm not as old as you.'
Xiao Chen glanced at him. A Golden Core True Man had a lifespan of five hundred years, so many who appeared young were actually several decades old.
Among those present, he was the strongest, but in reality, he was also the youngest.
However, these were minor details, not worth dwelling on.
He turned to the middle-aged cultivator and asked directly, "First, tell me what, exactly, happened."
"Who are you people? And who are they? Why did they attack you? What did you mean before when you said you were tricked?"
A moment later, listening to their jumbled, overlapping explanations, Xiao Chen finally pieced together the whole story.
The group were all disciples from the Cloud Sea Sword Pavilion, but they were not True Inheritors. They had been dispatched long ago to manage the sect's various enterprises.
They had come to explore the Secret Realm together, hoping to find an opportunity for a breakthrough.
