Lan Yi's words may seem unkind, even belittling the Human Race, but it is the truth, the ironclad truth.
Don't even talk about being like Saint Cloud of the Seven Devils, even being like Ling Tianyu would suffice.
Unfortunately, they are just a bunch of cowardly people, afraid to take action, some even running away. If the strongest of the Human Race from back then knew about this, how heartbroken would he be.
Or, if the First Ancestor knew, the lid of the coffin might just flip open.
Lan Yi looked at his brothers and did not say anything more, waiting to see if any strong people from the Human Clan would stand up. If not, then so be it; after all, they were here, and solving this would just be a wave of the hand.
"Why do you think the Venerable Master cares so much about this descendant? Our Venerable Master traveled through a space tunnel to get here."
