"Disciple?"
When the Primordial Spirit saw Ye Xuan's appearance clearly, the entire person exclaimed in shock, as if his soul froze at this moment, and a trace of despair crossed his eyes.
After countless years, the Primordial Spirit appeared much older at this moment. His hair was completely gray, and his figure was hunched over, bearing no resemblance to his once majestic and extraordinary self.
"Why did you come?"
With a furious voice, the Primordial Spirit roared, a wilting color present in his eyes because he was fully aware of Ye Xuan's situation - this was nothing short of a suicidal action.
The Primordial Spirit, having been captured and returned to the Undying Heavenly Palace, never intended to leave alive, for he knew what fate awaited him. He merely hoped that Ye Xuan could live on well and, in the future, become a peerless power in all eternity. This had been his lifelong wish, and he felt immense pride in cultivating such a disciple as Ye Xuan.
