As the Old Dragon Monarch's words fell, Lü Yang's eyes narrowed.
His first reaction was that something was wrong. Because he had a very clear understanding of himself. True, he was currently someone of status in the Void Sea of Light.
But was his status that high?
Not necessarily!
At least, with the millennial tribulation approaching, under the tacit approval of the Master of Dao, and the arrival of an era dominated by Great Perfected Lords, a cultivator at the Middle Stage of Golden Core like him actually meant little.
In this gluttonous feast, only Great Perfected Lords were qualified to sit at the table!
As for the Middle Stage of Golden Core, no matter how strong one was, even if hailed as the number one beneath the Great Perfected Lords, it was meaningless. Their status and weight were far off.
