"Hmm?"
Yang Beiming still did not open his eyes, as if the person in front of him was not his disciple.
Wei Yue didn't mind, as he had long grown accustomed to his master's indifferent nature, so with a nervous heart, he said, "It is like this, a close friend of mine was killed, and I sent a split body to take revenge..."
He began to recount the events from beginning to end, without exaggeration or omission.
Although he was a sword fanatic, he dared not act wildly in front of Yang Beiming.
In his life, he feared no one but Yang Beiming; his achievements today were all thanks to Yang Beiming's strict teachings since childhood, which, whenever he recalled, cast a shadow over his youth.
After he had finished speaking, Yang Beiming finally slowly opened his eyes.
"Heavenly Emperor of Qin? He actually defeated the Ancient Immortal Realm's Canghua's youngster, could this child be the descendant of some old monster?"
