Shen Qian understood immediately, "That young man likes you a lot, doesn't he?"

As Yuejun's face flushed red, Chen Qian immediately understood.

No wonder the young man named Moon Wolf kept staring at his arm. It turned out that there was a piece of cloth with green leaf patterns wrapped around Shen Qian's left arm. Moon Falcon had taken out his handkerchief and wrapped it around Shen Qian's arm because the wound was too serious.

However, it seemed that Shen Qian's address to the young man was somewhat casual, so Yue Jun still said, "Brother Yue Lang is the holy son of our Great Yue Clan."

"The Holy Son?" Shen Qian almost laughed, but nodded nonetheless. "Then he must be quite powerful."

A clan of a thousand people actually has the concept of a holy son.

"Brother Moon Wolf is very powerful. He is a genius who appears only once every hundred years in the tribe. He is a lucky person blessed by the mountain god and has been selected by the special envoys of the five major tribes. He will soon be going to the battlefield of ten thousand tribes!"

Yuejun thought Shenqian was agreeing with her, so she nodded and said a few more words, her admiration undisguised in her words.

Shen Qian hadn't taken it seriously at first, but as if he'd heard a key word, he couldn't help but ask, "What battlefield?"

"The battlefield of all races!" Moonhawk asked in surprise, "You don't know?"

"Oh, I just wanted to confirm whether the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races we're talking about is the same thing."

Shen Qian quickly said.

"Oh, the Battlefield of Myriad Races is a training ground set up by the gods!"

Yuejun didn't think much of it, but said wistfully, "I've heard that not only can you see the gods of all races there, but if you can pass the trials, you might even become a god's disciple!"

Shen Qian's heart pounded, and he fell into deep thought for a moment.

Before the Nine Heavens War began, Shen Qian and his third senior brother Shi Dingyan had a long talk all night, during which they heard that the Nine Heavens Battlefield was not created by kings and nobles, but had existed since ancient times.

It seems that its predecessor was a vast ancient battlefield used to train the younger generation, and its history is extremely long.

After realizing he had gone to the wrong place, Shen Qian's greatest desire was to return to his original time and space. However, having already broken through the mountains and seas, he didn't know how to re-enter the river of time.

But at this moment, he had a subconscious intuition that perhaps the battlefield of myriad races was where his hope of escaping this predicament lay.