She has been practicing for a hundred years and has reached such a level that she is called a genius. However, when compared with Yang Chen, she really pales in comparison.
"The patriarch is not joking."
"The patriarch's eyes can see through other people's aura over time. How could he go wrong? Is this Yang Chen really that powerful?"
“It’s incredible!”
Many people were shocked and surprised. Only Yang Chen remained calm, thinking about different issues from the others.
At first, he was surprised that Fang Heng could tell his age in this way, but it was not too difficult. Once he got to a certain level of strength, he could possess rare treasures, etc., and he would have the ability to detect other people's ages.
What he was wondering about was the perception of these people as pure blood humans. It could be seen that in the eyes of these people, he was a pure blood human, so there shouldn't be much difference. He must be a pure blood human without a doubt.
But the problem is that in the eyes of these people, humans with pure bloodline seem to be ridiculously strong, which also makes them feel quite inferior when talking about themselves. However, in Yang Chen's understanding, the humans there are not necessarily that strong.
It's really no better than this shadow clan.
This made Yang Chen shake his head and was very puzzled. He only said: "Senior Fang Heng deserves the award."
"Haha, no reward, no reward. Speaking of which, little friend Yang Chen, my Shadow Clan has had some unhappiness with you along the way. As the leader of the clan, I would like to apologize to you. Next, we will discuss the main points straight to the point.
Let’s do it, little friend Yang Chen, please!” Fang Heng was not a procrastinator, so he invited Yang Chen into the temple with a wave of his hand.
Lord Iron Eagle is in the Shadow City, observing the place at all times. Yang Chen is not afraid of his own safety and follows him into the temple.
When he entered the temple, Yang Chen sensed endless majesty.
The source of these majesties is the very ancient statues. The statues all look like human beings. These human beings may be holding different treasures and appear to be fighting with others.
"These are our ancestors. Unfortunately, we have no chance to meet our ancestors. I guess humans with pure bloodline may not accept us." When Fang Heng said this, he smiled mockingly.
Yang Chen didn't say much. As the saying goes, too much words lead to mistakes. He asked directly: "According to the procedure, this junior must swear an oath in this temple."
"Little friend Yang Chen and I will swear an oath together. Just as we discussed at the beginning, we will swear that as long as little friend Yang Chen can help us open the secret realm, we will offer the treasures without fail. And little friend Yang Chen
My friends must swear that they must shed blood to help us open the secret realm." Fang Heng explained.
Yang Chen nodded: "Junior understands."
Fang Heng was more open-minded: "In that case, let me make the oath first, so that little friend Yang Chen can understand the wonders of our Shadow Tribe's temple."
When he finished speaking, Fang Heng squeezed his hand, and a drop of blood was peeled out from between his thumbs. The blood instantly poured out and merged into a statue in the center of the church.
Fang Heng quickly swore: "Fang Heng, the future generation, swears in front of our great ancestors that if little friend Yang Chen opens a secret realm for our clan, our clan will agree to it and offer the clan's precious skills, and we will also agree to Tie Ying's request."
The lord, give him the Cang Cang flower as a reward."
