After Heavenly King Flute finished speaking, he sighed at last: "If you want to speak, then speak. If you don't want to, then go back. In these coming days, I will wait for you here."
Then he closed his eyes again.
But his hand never let go of the flute in his hand.
The mountain wind howled, making the world desolate.
The forests and valleys gave off ghostly cries and god-like wails.
After a long time, a faint, ethereal voice came: "Are you so certain that I have come? Why?"
Heavenly King Flute was not at all surprised by Emperor Ye's voice, and replied calmly: "Because I came, so, you will inevitably appear. You always want to kill me!"
Sikong Ye sneered: "Ning Zai Fei, since you know I'm dying to kill you, why did you come to me for the Inheritance Map?"
Heavenly King Flute replied calmly: "After all, we share the same roots, taught by the same school; fighting to the death in our sect for the inheritance is one thing, but outside, we share in the same glory and disgrace."
