Fire God Platform, Tianji Gate.
The sun just reached midair, the gentle rays sprinkling across the land, nourishing heaven and earth.
"Ye Ling, what did you do to that old geezer?"
Mo Xing, walking on the Fire God Platform to admire the beautiful mountain scenery, asked Ye Ling beside him. With nothing pressing to do, the two decided to stroll around this world-famous place.
Meanwhile, Li Tianhao was discussing some matters with Daoxuan Zhenren, and therefore did not play the role of tour guide.
Ye Ling shrugged, "What else could I have done? I naturally killed him and then dumped him in their waters."
"Damn it, why go through so much trouble? Just killing him would've been enough, why bother to go that far?" Mo Xing was somewhat puzzled.
"Killing that kind of trash in Huaxia disgusts me. If he turned into a ghost afterward and started haunting Huaxia's lands, wouldn't that be fulfilling that old bastard's wishes?"
