At that moment, Long Yao strode out from behind, his face expressionless even in the presence of Long Ye.
His voice was hoarse.
"Long Ye, Jiuye is nothing but a washed-up figure. Even if he caused quite a stir in the past, he eventually disappeared without a trace, neither dead nor alive. Such a person has no real talent... Now, who on Jianghu could possibly compare with you, Long Ye?"
It seemed he heard something pleasing, as Long Tianze's lips curled into a charming smile.
"I have always wanted to meet Jiuye and see what kind of person he is. Sadly, I've never had the chance. I thought he was dead these past few years, had been regretting that for quite some time."
Long Yao continued, "Long Ye, if Jiuye were really dead, it would only mean that he wasn't worthy of your admiration, and there would be no need for you to meet him."
"Makes sense, I like this saying. There are plenty who have played themselves to death; I hope Jiuye is not one of them."
