In the memory of Golden King, Yin Xuan's name was stored in a very remote corner, almost no different from dust and grass.
If Yin Xuan didn't have the title of a lead disciple of Spirit Sword Sect, Golden King would never remember such a trivial thing.
However, just like the so-called knowing somebody by their reputation couldn't compare to meeting them in person, this time, Golden King found that his understanding of Yin Xuan was far from reality.
"This is the smell of the Fallen Immortal lackey, are you deliberately trying to provoke me?"
Yin Xuan said, "No, but… the identity of the Fallen Immortal lackey is more favorable to us at present."
Golden King slightly tilted his head, indicating that he was still listening.
