Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ye Chen's body glowed as if he could feel his Daos improving.
At this moment, it was still Xiao Yao controlling his body. He paused for a moment and stared at the snow-white fan in his hand, which was glowing faintly.
He could not help but sigh. "If only it was my real Carefree Fan!"
The Carefree Fan in his hand was carved with images of mountains, rivers, the sun, the moon, and the wind, flowers, snow, and the moon, which he had condensed with his power. Unfortunately, it was not the real ninth-grade Dao Integration-grade artifact that he once possessed.
Whoosh!
Ye Chen put away the Carefree Fan and turned to look at the other seven Dao Integration realm elders of the Soul Race. His lips curled into a disdainful smile. "It's your turn!"
