The primitive sect.
In a Palace.
A few figures were sitting in a garden, drinking wine and chatting. They were extremely relaxed.
These few people were all young men, each of them with outstanding horns and extraordinary temperament. They were clearly all first-class geniuses.
One of them was ye Futian.
He drank wine and laughed out loud from time to time, but he was extremely carefree.
"AI! It's a pity that old Brother Qin is not here!"
Suddenly, he was startled and sighed with regret.
Ever since they parted at the Immortal King's ruins, he had never seen that Brother Qin again. However, he had always been thinking about him. First, it was because of that person's identity. He was the number one expert of Emperor puppet sect this year and was worth befriending. Second, it was because that Brother Qin gave him the feeling that they had met as old friends.
