At this moment.
Inside the inheritance palace.
Ye Qiubai slowly woke up.
A voice echoed beside Ye Qiubai's ear.
"Kid, get up now that you're awake."
Hearing these words, Ye Qiubai abruptly sat up and looked toward the source of the voice.
He saw that, compared to before, the old man's already phantom-like soul body had his hands clasped behind his back, looking at him with a strange expression.
After getting up, Ye Qiubai cupped his hands and said, "Forgive me for making a fool of myself, Senior."
The old man waved his hand and said, "Given your current realm, accomplishing something like this is already quite impressive."
Ye Qiubai nodded.
When he heard the old man's words, he instinctively sensed his own cultivation realm.
His expression suddenly froze.
What is this?
Late stage of the Blood Transformation Realm?
"Senior?"
The old man said, "Your foundation was already very solid. I merely gave you a helping hand."
