"Fellow Daoist Yan, take care. Forgive me for not sending you off." Han Zhao cupped his hands.
"Farewell." Yan Bu returned the salute and flew away as if he was escaping.
Han Zhao looked at his disappearing back and his eyes flickered.
He wanted to see how many people would stand on the Hundred Spirit Sect's side and become enemies with him.
This time, he had to kill all the hidden enemies!
"It's not satisfying, not satisfying! Unfortunately, your realm is still too low. You have almost no comprehension of the Rules, and the use of the spiritual qi of heaven and earth is very rough. Otherwise, you would be able to unleash my true power." Xuan Yi's regretful voice sounded in Han Zhao's heart.
"How big is the difference between me and Boss Yan now?" Han Zhao's heart skipped a beat.
