Yao Mingwei's expression turned cold when he sensed a palm on his back and felt a hot sensation from it. Behind him, buddha son revealed a smile, which could make anyone happy. When his red lips were matched with white teeth, it made him quite good-looking.
A buddha bead was hanging on one of his hands, while his other hand was placed on Yao Mingwei's back. There was golden light circulating beneath it.
"Buddha son really is difficult to deal with, arriving here without any presence. I wasn't even able to sense it," Yao Mingwei said with a faint smile.
"Nine Palaces' young master is really ferocious, even able to comprehend the spell master's Myriad Spell Formation and trapping the two dao friends. If you weren't operating the myriad spell formation, I fear I wouldn't have dared to get close," buddha son said slowly.
