"…" Tai Hao was silent. This kid was the same as Han Zhao. He did not listen to advice at all.
After the two twins received the second Great Yang Bottle, they did not leave the restriction and stayed inside.
"What are they doing?!"
"Could they want more?"
The descendants of the aristocratic families in the array foundation discussed spiritedly. Did they really think of themselves as Han Zhao?
Sensing the dissatisfaction of the descendants of the aristocratic families, Han Yan paused. He was not in a hurry to enter the restriction and waited for them to fight.
Soon, the third Great Yang Bottle landed.
A cold young man with white eyebrows slanted into his temples flew into the restriction.
"Why? Do the two of you from the Corpse Soul Valley want to imitate Perfected Han back then? Do they want to monopolize this Great Yang Bottle?"
