On the winding mountain road, Ye Ling and company were walking slowly, chatting with one another. Bingbing had already mingled with the girls early on and was happily engaging in conversation.
As the group of four, including Ye Ling, walked ahead, Mo Xing suddenly remembered something.
"Hey Ye Ling, what about that Ao Hongchen guy? Didn't he come out with them? Why don't we see him now?"
As soon as he said this, Ye Wudao and Shenfeng nodded too. Right, how could they forget about that old lecher?
Ye Ling just shrugged his shoulders, "Where else could he be? The day before we left, he went off to 'cultivate' his Mortal Tribulation again, knocking on widows' doors, hopping over high walls."
"Man, I'm also puzzled. How could Heavenly Dao allow such an old bastard to become a Golden Core ancestor? It truly baffles me."
