“You were only here for four months. I’ve been here for a year and I’ve never seen an active state this long!” spoke an old man in the fifth orifice of the Xiantian Realm, staring daggers at Zhang Yue.

What a bad temper! Lin Yun looked at the source of the voice; it was an old man in his fifties.

Zhang Yue embarrassedly smiled. There was no reason for him to fight with the old man, so he turned to Lin Yun, “Brother Lin, watch out. I’m afraid that the lava rain ...