"Oh? Have you already come out?"
Ye Aobai's swaying folding fan suddenly closed, and three heads lined up in front of him:
"This king's timing is quite fortuitous."
"Neither having foolishly stood here for half a day nor missed the opportunity due to not having reached the summit, could it be that this had been tailor-made for this king as a preparatory Fond Spirit?"
"It turns out that Your Excellency also has a narcissistic side."
Ye Buchun grinned and laughed, "If you get scared till you're running and pissing yourself later, that would indeed be quite a show."
"Let's wait and see."
Ye Aobai flexed his fingers, his piercing cold gaze making it hard for anyone to look directly at him.
"As expected, the number of Holy Ancestral Veins isn't just one... I wonder if the quality of the bloodline will be reduced..."
Ye Mo's lips pursed, her expression solemn.
Similarly, observing carefully, Ye Hanjun faintly discovered.
