"Little Skeleton, your luck is really not bad, to have even gotten your hands on the Mountain Suppression Stone!"
Suddenly, Yin Si's sinister voice rang out behind Su Ran, like a chilling wind pouring into his ears, causing him to shudder all over, his bones breaking out in bumps.
"Lord Yin Si, can't you make a normal entrance without suddenly popping up like a ghost? Normal people could get a heart attack from that scare!"
Su Ran couldn't help but complain, expressing his strong dissatisfaction towards Yin Si.
"Hey, Little Skeleton, quit joking around. What heart do you have to speak of? Let's talk serious. Has the God Race really declined to such an extent?"
From the conversation, it was clear that Yin Si had been around for a while and had heard everything Su Ran was saying, to which he lamented, "I didn't expect that after just a millennium of absence, this would be the outcome. Strange, what exactly happened to the God Race during this period?"
