After Ye Futian had spoken, many people were dumbfounded. Their gazes were frozen on the handsome young man.
He only cultivated musical sorcery to better himself?
In the battle just now, Ye Futian's musical sorcery was able to push the Qin Clan's brightest pupil, Dharma Plane prodigy—Bai Qiu—to such limits. Now, he was telling the emperor that he only cultivated musical sorcery to better himself and that it was not his expertise. This...
Bai Qiu's expression darkened. Up to this point in the battle, there was nothing he could say he was proud of. He wanted to get sweet revenge on Ye Futian for what he had done, but by the looks of it, his efforts were nowhere near good enough. What was the meaning of what Ye Futian had just said?
From far up in the skies, Hua Fengliu dry coughed.
On the Black Wind Eagle, Hua Jieyu sat there just blinking her eyes, while Yu Sheng sat wide-eyed. He looked at Bai Qiu with pity.
