Under the clear sky, Xuan Tian's tall and robust figure became even more upright under the sunlight. His eyes were cold as he stared down at Xuan Kong, who was surrounded by people in the center below, a sinister smile hanging on his lips as his voice, icy and piercing, said: "What? Haven't seen each other for just a few Yanji, and you have already forgotten me, senior brother?"
Xuan Kong trembled all over, pointing at the figure in the Heavenly Vault, and said: "You, you were already crafted into a Puppet, how can you possibly appear here? Impossible, impossible!"
Xuan Tian coldly smiled and said: "Is it quite a surprise? I must also thank senior brother for showing mercy, not erasing my Primordial Spirit in the haste of infusing the Puppet Divine Patterns into my body! Luckily you traded me to a worthless fool, otherwise, the day for our brothers to meet would have indeed been indefinitely delayed!"
