Who?
Ye Wudao turned his head and saw an old man in tattered Taoist robes approaching, a bronze smoking pipe clutched between his teeth.
Who could it be if not Guo Yi?
"Old Ghost!" A look of joy appeared in Ye Wudao's eyes.
Guo Yi sized up Ye Wudao and couldn't help but smack his lips, "Aiyo, little Ye has done well for himself; I knew you didn't die at your dad's grave. To think you're now almost at the Battle Spirit level. Impressive, impressive!"
"It's just luck!" Ye Wudao replied with a slight smile.
"Senior Guo Yi!"
"Greetings to Senior Guo Yi!" Everyone from the Northern King's Palace greeted him with clasped fists.
"Dao Kuang, Liu Kuangsheng, you little rascals are quite something, to have reached the Ninth Grade Battle Spirit level!" Guo Yi said, clearly shocked.
"Hehe, we're simply riding on the young master's coattails," everyone responded.
