The Sun-like orb obediently remained in Song He's palm, but Chen Yao could feel the terrifying spirit Qi within it.
It was indeed incredibly pure Power of the Sun.
And not in small amounts either.
All things in nature grow and restrain each other; one could only imagine what kind of spectacle would erupt from the conflict between the terrifying Power of the Sun and the cold Qi if it fell into the ice lake.
Song He stared at the lake surface and said,
"Fellow Daoist, you have slept for long enough... It's time to wake up."
'So there really is something down there? Could it be a Nascent Soul Cultivator for my brother to address them as a fellow Daoist?' Chen Yao did not doubt whether Song He could defeat a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
But the lake surface remained as calm as a mirror.
And there was no change below.
"Humph, you left the sect with Third Uncle and now you do not recognize the sect and the Song Family anymore, huh... Very well then, don't blame me for being impolite."
