As if seeing through Yang Yan's thoughts, the figure angrily exclaimed, "Do you think I would harm you? Many desire my heritage, yet you hesitate and doubt me, truly infuriating!"
Yang Yan sneered and replied, "I just arrived, and you tried to overpower me. Now you suddenly say you want to pass on your heritage to me, how could I easily accept that?"
The figure blew his beard and widened his eyes, angrily retorting, "I, the Nine Heavens True Monarch, have always acted righteously, fighting against the Demon Race my whole life. How could I stoop to such petty acts?"
Yang Yan did not react strongly to his words, just calmly asked, "Was it you who stopped the Demon Race's attack?"
The Nine Heavens True Monarch nodded proudly.
Then, he looked up at the sky, his eyes growing increasingly profound.
Finally, he sighed heavily and said slowly, "It was not just the Demon Race, but the Ten Thousand Races. It was a brutal war, long and grueling."
