"Cultivation?"
Zhuangzhuang's eyes brimmed with tears as he slightly raised his head.
To everyone in Holy Ancestor City, being detected with the talent for cultivation and becoming a cultivator was undoubtedly the most glorious honor.
Since the Ancestors were banished to this Extreme North thousands of years ago, the city had stood resolute.
Their endurance here was sustained by generations of cultivators.
In this region, there were demon clans, barbarian clans, and other races.
Without the bloodshed of generations of ancestral cultivators, Holy Ancestor City would have likely been eradicated long ago.
Zhuangzhuang knew that Chen Yuan was a cultivator.
Back in the depths of the mountain range, while his family and over twenty ancestors were gathering medicinal herbs, they had been attacked by barbaric beasts, killing everyone but him, saved by Chen Yuan.
The scene of Chen Yuan annihilating dozens of barbaric beasts with a flick of his fingers was deeply etched in his mind.
