"Cultivator."
Zhou Yi's gaze fell low as he stared at Yuan Shun for a long while.
Yuan Shun only felt an immense pressure descending upon him; his Inner Strength, honed over a hundred years, was considered top-notch in Jiangnan, yet he didn't even dare to entertain the thought of resistance at this moment.
An extraordinary, peerless freak!
When the new emperor ascended the throne, Yuan Shun had also seen those several court experts, not one of them compared to the King of Samsara.
Zhou Yi had diligently cultivated the Soul Nurturing Art for nearly thirty years, his spirit vigorous at the start, but now sensing the existence of his soul, his progress had surpassed that of the Guiyuan Technique by quite a bit.
Now, as he tried to oppress Yuan Shun's soul, the results were quite satisfying.
"Little Yuan, if I hadn't made a move, would you have intended to keep this matter hidden?"
Yuan Shun replied in extreme fear, "I wouldn't dare!"
