The predecessor of the Divine Moon Empire's language was the language of the Demon Beast Continent. After ten thousand years of evolution, its accent and words had changed a little, but some basic phrases were still the same.
Sheng Zhou threatened Ye Qingyang, "Take it out quickly!"
Ye Qingyang was an Undead Divine Master. Wherever he went, the cultivators there would feel fearful. How could they dare to provoke him like this? However, this was the hometown where his parents were raised. In the future, it would become a small world that he would visit often. These unfamiliar cultivators in front of him might be his parents' elders and good friends.
He couldn't offend them.
Ye Qingyang lowered his head and was about to take out the letter Sheng Xiao had given him, but at that moment, a cry suddenly sounded in Ye Qingyang's left ear.
"Feng'er, don't you recognize me?"
Everyone in the square fell silent.
Feng'er?
