"Huff——Huff——"
The light flickered golden and when they opened their eyes again, the wind element surrounding Huazhu seemed to have become stronger.
"Did he advance to the state of perfection in the Life Wheel?"
Ye Ji, who was still standing on the shoulder of the Ancient Gold Ghost, said with interest while overlooking from ten thousand meters above:
"I didn't expect that the young king could forge a contract with the Witch Clan in such a place."
"Judging by his rank, it seems that the young master has not wasted a single bit of his time in these five years…"
Ye Hanjun didn't respond to Ye Ji.
He looked at Huazhu with slight approval, and Huazhu, as if sensing it, looked back quietly.
The wound hidden deep inside was exposed under the scorching sun.
Although the scar would never disappear, the color of the scar would gradually fade, until it healed.
