Lu Yuanming had long been prepared for the encounter with the Touch of the Gods' Remnants. Tang Zhe'an had mentioned this several times, so he was not timid.
However, he was curious. Since they were absolute mortal enemies, destined to fight to the death, what was there left to talk about?
Despite this, since the other party had approached him, he naturally wouldn't show fear.
Lu Yuanming simply sat down cross-legged, unconcerned about the mess in the place, and said, "You speak, I'm listening."
Seeing Lu Yuanming act this way, the young man showed admiration in his eyes, reminiscing countless eons ago.
Back then, civilizations harmonized. Disputes were resolved through dialogue, pioneers held high the path of ascendance, and each civilization strove forward without looking down on the inferior nor did the inferior accepted degradation... It truly was a beautiful era.
If he had met this human during that era, it would have been a great pleasure in life.
