On an island in the ocean.
Ye Qiu sat cross-legged, feigning recovery.
The Blood Ancestor and Satan watched Ye Qiu, rapidly communicating mentally.
"It seems this kid is really seriously injured. When should we make our move?"
"Let's probe this kid's background more. Here's how we can do it..."
After a brief mental exchange, the two interrupted Ye Qiu's cultivation with smiles.
"Young Master Ye, since we have plenty of time, there's no rush to recover. How did your fight go with the Eight-headed Serpent?" Satan asked.
Ye Qiu gave a wry smile: "The Eight-headed Serpent's power is extraordinary. If I hadn't exhausted all my strength to survive, I might not have met you two. As for that serpent, it should be dead."
