"Guess what?"
Chen Yi smiled as he looked at the black-robed man in front of him.
This was his survival secret, not something that the ancient Taoist Court's inheritance could compare to.
If it weren't for his immunity to poison and the assault of divine will powers, he would have perished when he was just one year old.
How could he have lived to this day?
And as Xiao Qing, who was coiled, lifted its dragon head above his shoulder, it looked down at the black-robed man, grinning broadly: "Guess what?"
The man and the dragon both wore smiles; although not exactly the same, their expressions were about seventy to eighty percent similar.
Falling into the eyes of the black-robed man, his fury intensified at once.
He initially thought that as a Seventh Realm Vajra Buddha from the Buddhist sect, accompanied by two Sixth Realm great powers—especially with one proficient in divine control arts—they could easily capture Chen Yi.
But instead of capturing him,
