"Even if one foot steps in, it's not really the Saint Race. Our cultivation is equivalent to the first rank of the Saint Race, but when we advanced, it was with the help of a dozen elders rotating with secret techniques to infuse us, only then barely breaking through the mana bottleneck. But in terms of spiritual sense and cultivation techniques, we are far inferior. Without concentrating on cultivating for several thousand years, it's fundamentally impossible to compare to a true Saint Race existence. If it weren't for the lack of personnel this time, I suppose the elders wouldn't have hurriedly transferred us here." The old man shook his head and said.
"That's true. However, even so, the two of us working together can probably contend with a true Saint Race of the first or second rank. And the possibility of the Saint Race appearing in Green Light City is really negligible." The middle-aged man nodded as well and said.
