"A word is enough."
Emperor Ye said: "Tomorrow, I'll bring him here again."
The ghostly eyes of Heavenly King Flute rested on Fang Che: "You value this kid so much?"
Sikong Ye replied indifferently: "Perhaps I may not ever surpass you in my lifetime, but my disciple, in the future, will surely be able to kill you!"
"Hahaha..."
Heavenly King Flute seemed to have heard an excellent joke, laughing until he was gasping for breath: "Nonsense, then I'll wait for him to kill me!"
His body rose lightly, instantly transforming into a whirlwind of ghostly wails and divine howls.
Passing through the forest.
Sikong Ye shook his head, smiled, and sweat only then started streaming down his body.
Instantly, it was as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
"This old fellow's power has truly increased a lot in these two thousand years; in a direct confrontation, I am not his match at all."
Fang Che said: "That's because you haven't recovered."
