The Qianyin Ghost Realm had been turned entirely upside down. While no one in the cultivation world dared to act recklessly, every single eye was fixed intently upon it.
The Consultative Council, led by the Guanlan Sect alone, had already convened four or five meetings. As for what exactly they discussed, the outside world remained entirely in the dark.
After conducting a thorough sweep of the four regions of Qianyin, Xie Ling threw all the remaining clean-up matters directly to Shen Zhihui, while he himself returned to the Tianye Sect.
A few days later, Yin Huizhi received a thick stack of items, which were those very same romantic and illicit storybooks from the Fucheng Inn.
Leaning against a book chest, Xie Ling remarked, “I recalled that you fancied them, so I had Zhihui purchase them ahead of time.”
Yin Huizhi gave him a sidelong glance and casually picked up one of the books without opening it, replying, “I do not fancy them.”
“It does not matter if you do not,” Xie Ling replied. “You will likely have a difficult time finding them ever again anyway. Currently, all the major publishing houses in the Lower Cultivation Realm are purging any storybooks that feature you as the protagonist, lest they offend the great sects of the Upper Cultivation Realm.”
There is a hidden meaning in his words, Yin Huizhi thought to himself.
Although he had not revealed his true face during the altar incident, news had still leaked out afterward. It was rumored that after defecting from the Guanlan Sect, he had sought refuge with Xie Ling. Without a doubt, this was the handiwork of Ghost Mask.
With Xie Ling currently acting as the target of myriad criticisms, Yin Huizhi’s name had naturally followed suit, becoming casual conversation for others over tea and meals.
Yin Huizhi set the storybook down and looked at Xie Ling quietly.
Xie Ling asked, “The cultivation world no longer has a place for you. Aren’t you going to seek another safe haven?”
“The safe haven you speak of,” Yin Huizhi countered, “couldn’t possibly be yourself, could it?”
Xie Ling let out a brief laugh. “Whether it is safe with me is hard to say, but there will never come a day where I have no place for you.”
Yin Huizhi fell silent for a moment, lowering his eyes. “If you have any plans, you might as well speak plainly.”
Xie Ling stated, “Now that the four regions are settled, someone must govern them. The South Sea Palace has Zhihui, while the Desert Province and Wuliang Mountain will be managed by me. As for the Tianye Sect, I am not at ease leaving it to anyone else.”
Yin Huizhi had not expected his plans to be so earth-shattering. He paused for a moment before asking, “What about Xie Gou?”
“You certainly seem to care about him,” Xie Ling said. “Xie Gou failed to recognize the situation. He stubbornly insisted on siding with Zhou Ye to oppose me. Thus, I could only endure the pain of casting aside our father-son bond and threw him into prison.”
Yin Huizhi was left completely speechless. No matter how incapable Xie Gou was of reading the situation, he would never oppose his own biological son. In all likelihood, he had discovered that his son had been possessed by another soul, and had only turned to Zhou Ye for self-preservation.
But did Xie Gou actually know that Xie Ling was, in fact, his former master, “Xie Yin”?
Legend had it that when Xie Gou was taken into the Tianye Sect by Xie Yin back then, he was severely neglected. The name Xie Yin gave him was the unseemly “Xie Goudan,” meaning Xie Dog-egg, which caused Xie Gou to be constantly ridiculed. Because of this, Xie Gou had harbored deep resentment in his heart.
Later, when Xie Yin succumbed to qi deviation and died, Xie Gou immediately changed his name and pledged his loyalty to Zhou Ye.
Under Zhou Ye’s backing, he finally secured his position as the new Sect Master of the Tianye Sect. Two years later, he even took the opportunity to dig up Xie Yin’s grave.
Come to think of it, the fact that Xie Ling spared his life now could already be considered a display of mercy.
Bringing his thoughts back to the present, Yin Huizhi said faintly, “I do not possess the fiery temperament that you do, Realm Lord. I am afraid I would find it difficult to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.”
Xie Ling acted as though he did not catch the underlying sarcasm and simply asked in return, “Who said I needed you to have a fiery temperament?”
“If you do not wish to kill, then do not kill. I will assign work to my subordinates, but you will similarly possess the power to choose or refuse. As for the Tianye Sect, once it is handed over to you, you shall make the decisions. As long as you do not rebel, I will not interfere much.”
Yin Huizhi remained speechless for a long while. He finally understood why Shen Zhihui followed Xie Ling so single-mindedly.
A person of such formidable strength, who shielded his subordinates and acted with absolute efficiency, would be someone many in the cultivation world flocked to.
Xie Ling continued, “As a sign of sincerity, I can help you investigate your background, and everything else you suspect.”
Shocked, Yin Huizhi looked over in astonishment. “You…”
He spoke helplessly, “How do you plan to help, or do you actually know everything already? If you know, why don’t you just tell me directly?”
“Blindly believing the ‘truth’ told to you by someone else does not sound like you,” Xie Ling said, raising an eyebrow.
Yin Huizhi replied honestly, “I only asked you to tell me. I never said I would believe it.”
Xie Ling was left without a response.
“Go and see it with your own eyes. Nothing is more credible than what you see yourself,” Xie Ling said indifferently. “Moreover, if this truth were to come out of my mouth, you would likely suspect that I am using the opportunity to win you over and exploit you.”
Yin Huizhi thought to himself, Even if it does not come out of your mouth, wouldn’t it still seem like you are trying to win me over and exploit me?
Yet, who would break a Gate of Life that was entirely inconsequential to themselves, and repeat the disastrous mistakes of a lifetime, just to win someone over?
Yin Huizhi looked at him and asked, “What do I need to do?”
Xie Ling straightened Yin Huizhi’s slightly messy hair. “First, you need a sword of your own.”
Yin Huizhi froze in surprise.
Xie Ling took him neither to a sword-smith’s forge nor to a city that traded in ready-made weapons. Instead, he led him into the treasure chamber of the Tianye Sect.
Compared to the complexity and secrecy of the Ouyang family’s secret chamber, this place was almost laughably simple.
Aside from a single cryptic lock at the entrance, there were no other mechanisms or arrays whatsoever. Upon stepping through the door, everything could be taken in at a single glance.
A few trinkets were scattered sparsely upon the dusty, moldering wooden shelves, including a clay whistle, a withered flower branch, a section of a blood-stained fan rib whose original appearance was unrecognizable, and a patched garment.
Yin Huizhi could not help but ask, “Are you certain this is the treasure chamber of the Tianye Sect?”
Rather than a repository for treasures, it looked like a junk pile.
“To be precise, it is not the treasure chamber of the Tianye Sect, but the treasure chamber of the former Sect Master, Xie Yin.”
Yin Huizhi froze. Looking at those trinkets once more, his expression gradually grew complicated as he asked, “Why did you bring me to see these?”
Xie Ling replied, “It is not these. Follow me.”
Xie Ling led him to the innermost end of the treasure chamber. There stood a desk, upon which rested a long, rectangular wooden box. Carved upon it was a pattern of willow branches intertwining with the moon.
It was the insignia of the Xiaoyao Sect.
Yin Huizhi instantly recalled a line he had read in the history of the cultivation world: “In his youth, Xie Yin was a disciple of the orthodox and prestigious Xiaoyao Sect.”
This was an old possession of Xie Yin’s, which meant it carried significant weight.
Yin Huizhi raised his eyes and happened to lock sights with Xie Ling. Without explaining, Xie Ling opened the box directly.
The contents of the box were revealed completely. It was a long sword. Upon its hilt were the words “Bingpo” engraved in seal script.
“This is the sword Xie Yin wielded before he fell into demonhood, named Bingpo. Later, when he became a demon, this old sword was sealed away by him.”
Yin Huizhi instantly verified Xie Ling’s intentions. He abruptly took a step back, declining in a state of panic, “I do not want it!”
How could he possibly take it?
Xie Ling had not expected him to be so resistant and asked, “Why?”
Not wanting Xie Ling to know that he had already guessed his true identity, Yin Huizhi composed himself and said, “A sword cultivator’s sword recognizes only one master in its lifetime. Since it has already recognized… Xie Yin as its master, how can it be given to me?”
Xie Ling gave him a thoughtful look. Seizing Yin Huizhi’s hand, he used “Yan” to slice a small cut upon his fingertip.
A droplet of blood was enveloped by Yan, suspending in midair. Driven by Xie Ling, it flew rapidly toward Bingpo.
Yin Huizhi’s eyes widened. He wanted to rush forward to stop it, but it was already a step too late.
A foreign, unprecedented sensation throbbed within his chest. He could feel the sword inside the box slowly establishing a connection with his consciousness.
The sword, Bingpo, suddenly vibrated with a loud buzz. Its dull blade burst forth with a dazzling radiance, appearing exceedingly thrilled, as though it had waited for countless years and had finally met its old partner today.
Xie Ling was highly satisfied with Bingpo’s reaction. He remarked carelessly, “The man is already dead, so what does it matter whether it recognizes a master or not? It belongs to you now.”
Yin Huizhi stood frozen in place.
Xie Ling looked down at him. “You are afraid that I will tamper with your body, which is why you are unwilling to reshape your dantian immediately. However, you must at least possess the power to protect yourself. The next time you encounter danger, will you be able to resolve it on your own?”
Yin Huizhi’s chest heaved violently, rendering him almost unable to hear what Xie Ling was saying. Only after a long while did he say in a hoarse voice, “I can.”
“It is said that after Yin Huizhi of the Guanlan Sect fled down the mountain, he sought refuge with the current Qianyin Realm Lord, Xie Ling.”
“But this fool failed to consider that Xie Ling is a cold-blooded killer who recognizes no family. He could even throw his own biological father into prison, so how could he possibly keep his promise to help him?”
“One moment Xie Ling utilized him to break open the Ouyang family’s secret chamber, and the very next moment, he kicked him out.”
“Hahahahaha! Brother Chen, doesn’t that mean he has now become a homeless dog?”
“Exactly so.”
“Hmph, serves him right. Since ancient times, not a single person who sought refuge with demonic cultivators has ever met a good end. Didn’t Xie Yin succumb to qi deviation and explode to death? I reckon that Yin Huizhi will be the next one!”
“Comparing a useless piece of trash who possesses no cultivation to Xie Yin? You really have quite the imagination!”
At a wine stall by the street, several large men gathered together, chatting about the topic with the highest level of discussion at the moment.
At the neighboring table sat two individuals dressed in black garments, a young man and a youth. Both were tall and slender, yet their countenances were entirely ordinary. They possessed the kind of looks that one would fail to remember even after seeing them a dozen times.
Among them, the youth carried a sword suspended at his waist. Its hilt and scabbard were wrapped tightly in black cloth, making it impossible to discern its quality. It appeared to be nothing more than a blunt, rusty old sword.
Bearing expressionless faces, they sipped the crude, murky wine while listening to these people converse idly.
These men clearly had no proper business to attend to today. Once one jar of wine was finished, they ordered another. Accompanied by peanuts, they chatted all the way from the Qianyin Ghost Realm to the strange rumors within the city.
“Hey, have you all heard? Not even half a month after that incident occurred, the master of the Yang family caught a case of hysteria. When the people from the Upper Cultivation Realm came over, they even examined him, but none of them could figure it out.”
“I say that old scoundrel is just facing retribution. He threw the legitimate, sole offspring of the Ouyang family into the divine temple, driving the boy to commit suicide. Now he is facing retribution.”
“Didn’t the Yang family claim there was a secret chamber beneath the divine temple, and that Ouyang Yi had insisted on going there himself?”
“Who knows? Now that the person is dead, isn’t it up to them to say whatever they want!”
“With the Yang family possessing such an enormous enterprise, wouldn’t it be handed down to Yang Qiyan very soon? Oh, wait, that’s not right. Doesn’t their second branch still have a son?”
“Who cares whom it is given to! In any case, we won’t get a single penny of it.”
The black-clothed men at the neighboring table exchanged a glance. They summoned the waiter, settled the bill, and quickly left the wine shop, vanishing around the corner of the street.
Night descended.
From within the grand mansion of the Yang family, located in the center of Fucheng, a weeping scream echoed out, “Quickly hold your father back!”
Faced with the woman’s tearful cries, the voice of the youth in the courtyard sounded thin and terrified, “Mother! Father has gone mad! I am scared!”
This youth was precisely the eldest legitimate son of the Yang family whom the people at the wine stall had discussed during the day, Yang Qiyan, along with his father, the master of the Yang family, who had fallen into hysteria.
In less than a month’s time, Yang Yingfang had transformed from a clear-eyed, smiling tiger into a disheveled, roaring madman. Qiu Lianye had also changed from the jewel-bedecked Madame Yang into an utterly haggard woman.
Perched upon a massive tree at the corner of the courtyard were Yin Huizhi and Xie Ling, who had shed their disguises. The two of them were concealed amidst the lush and dense foliage.
Yin Huizhi’s gaze swept across the yellow talismans pasted on the edges and corners of the courtyard.
These were evidently put up by the masters invited by the Yang family, intended to exorcise the evil anomalies on Yang Yingfang’s body. Unfortunately, not a single one was useful.
On the other hand, upon the three surrounding walls and the main door of the principal house, there were several invisible talismans that were indeed functioning, albeit to a minuscule degree.
These were likely left behind by the people from the sects of the Upper Cultivation Realm who had been drawn here after the altar array was destroyed. It was unknown whether they had foreseen Yang Yingfang’s outcome, or if they were simply performing a task after receiving money.
He retracted his gaze and looked toward the entrance of the principal house alongside Xie Ling.
Yang Qiyan remained hiding behind a pillar, staring at the entirely senseless Yang Yingfang with a face full of terror, not daring to step forward.
Qiu Lianye scolded him a couple of times before loudly reprimanding the servants, barely managing to drag Yang Yingfang into the house.
At the same time, Yin Huizhi heard Xie Ling’s voice transmission, “Let us go down and take a look.”
The moment the words fell, his hand was seized by Xie Ling. In the next instant, the figures of both individuals vanished from the spot simultaneously.
His vision suddenly went blank. By the time it cleared, he was already situated in a corner of the principal house. A wave of profound shock flashed through Yin Huizhi’s heart.
The disguise during the day had been applied by him. At that time, Xie Ling had worn a half-smile without offering any resistance, yet he had washed it off directly at night, claiming it was unnecessary.
He had originally assumed that the other party intended to utilize a shapeshifting magical artifact, but he had not expected it to be like this. To completely conceal one’s presence out of thin air without the aid of an artifact required at least the strength of the Soul Transformation stage.
Could Xie Ling’s cultivation actually be even stronger than what the rumors spoke of back then?
Standing in the corner of the principal house, Yin Huizhi could see Yang Yingfang’s state even more clearly. The darkening of his forehead had already reached a degree observable by the naked eye. Without even needing to use immortal arts to probe, one could tell his days were numbered.
Yang Yingfang quickly lost his strength and consciousness, falling backward onto the ground with a loud thud. Qiu Lianye began shouting and crying again, ordering people to fetch a physician.
The physician spoke some ambiguous words, Qiu Lianye administered medicine, and Yang Qiyan wept by the side. After tossing and turning like this for the better part of the night, the bedroom of the principal house finally turned off its lamps and quieted down.
Xie Ling walked over to the bedside and peeled open Yang Yingfang’s eyelids.
Yin Huizhi took a look and noted, “The whites of his eyes have not changed color, so it does not appear to be poisoning. There are no peculiar fluctuations on his body either, so it does not seem like he has been placed under a curse. It looks more like…”
He exchanged a look with Xie Ling. Xie Ling curled his lips and spoke the answer in his heart, “He has been afflicted with a gu parasite.”
“Mhm,” Yin Huizhi nodded. Just as he was about to reach out his hand to locate the gu insect, he was stopped by Xie Ling.
“Filthy.”
Yin Huizhi thought he possessed some brilliant method, but unexpectedly, after Xie Ling finished speaking, he extended his own hand and felt around Yang Yingfang’s body.
Yin Huizhi’s brows furrowed deeply as he watched the scene.
When he felt around the left side of Yang Yingfang’s waist, Xie Ling’s hand paused. “It is here.” He withdrew his hand and added, “The gu poison has penetrated deeply into his heart channels. Even if it is extracted, he cannot be saved.”
Seeing Yin Huizhi staring at him, he raised an eyebrow. “What? Do you feel pity?”
Yin Huizhi shook his head in silence. After a few moments, he still could not resist asking, “Why did you not allow me to touch him?”
Xie Ling sneered, “Looking at your expression, I assumed you found it highly repulsive to touch another person’s body, especially the body of this sort of filthy thing.”
Yin Huizhi did indeed find it highly repulsive. However, it was not because of cleanliness, but rather that he felt an equal measure of loathing toward the plump bodies of such middle-aged men.
As sickening images surfaced in his mind, he blinked his eyes forcefully, compelling his unconsciously clenched fingertips to loosen. Feigning ease, he asked, “Do you not find it repulsive?”
Without even raising his head, Xie Ling replied nonchalantly, “I do not.”
Yin Huizhi’s tensed nerves gradually relaxed. He scooped a handful of water from a nearby bucket, and after confirming it was clean water, he called out to Xie Ling, “Come over here.”
The person by the bed did not move. Yin Huizhi raised his eyes in confusion, only to see Xie Ling looking down at him as though he were looking at a fool.
Yin Huizhi realized his mistake. Oh, he had forgotten that this was a demonic cultivator equivalent to a Soul Transformation stage cultivator. If Xie Ling wished, he could make Yang Yingfang on the bed vanish directly, let alone that invisible bit of filth on his hand.
Yin Huizhi walked back to his side, keeping his gaze lowered as he spoke, “The existence of gu masters is ancient, but this branch is very rare nowadays, and their methods cannot be considered sophisticated. The reason the people from the Upper Cultivation Realm failed to detect it is likely because they simply did not think in this direction.”
Xie Ling簡 remarked, “What the hundred immortal sects lack least is money. Furthermore, for a family like the Yangs, who are typically a waning force, they do not have much money left anyway. Even if the sects saw through it, they would be too lazy to speak up, lest they get entangled and end up covered in filth.”
Yin Huizhi knew that Xie Ling was right. The people of the world all chased after profit. Even the so-called cultivation world was merely maintaining a bottom line slightly higher than that of demonic cultivators while chasing after profit.
Yin Huizhi turned his head and asked, “Should we wake him up and question him about Ouyang Yi’s matter?”
Xie Ling replied, “If you wish.”
Yin Huizhi’s damp fingertips curled slightly. Speaking somewhat unnaturally, he said, “Then I shall trouble the Realm Lord.”
Xie Ling raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, returning a reply in a very good mood, “You are welcome.”
Just as Xie Ling extended his hand, his expression suddenly turned sharp. Altering his direction, he gripped Yin Huizhi’s wrist and darted beneath the bed with him.
In the next instant, the window was silently opened, and a masked individual flipped inside, walking toward Yang Yingfang by the bedside.
Yin Huizhi lay sideways under the bed, his face and body smudged with dust as he stared tensely at the footsteps approaching step by step. Suddenly, that pair of feet paused and turned in a certain direction.
Yin Huizhi froze slightly, recalling the object situated in that direction. Instantly, his entire heart leaped into his throat because of the water stains. He had touched the water at the bucket earlier, and it was highly probable that water stains had been left on the ground.
Yin Huizhi looked over in a panic, yet he saw nothing. The ground was completely clean, and there was not even a trace of water on the walls of the bucket.
He was stunned. Immediately realizing something, he turned his head at once, only to find Xie Ling resting his chin on his hand, looking at him with leisure.
Unlike the filthy state Yin Huizhi was in, Xie Ling’s body seemed to possess an invisible barrier blocking external contact. Dust could not adhere to his person whatsoever.
Yin Huizhi abruptly came to his senses, realizing they had absolutely no need to crawl under the bed. With his eyes wide, he struggled slightly in anger, but he was effortlessly pinned back down along with the dust by Xie Ling.
Xie Ling’s index finger pressed against Yin Huizhi’s lip, using his mouth shapes and eyes to signal him, “Look. Outside.”
He did not use a technique for voice transmission. Yin Huizhi noticed this immediately and could not help but feel hesitant. Could it be that the person outside possessed something particularly worthy of wariness, which was why Xie Ling had intentionally hidden under the bed?
Without time to think further, he looked toward the black-clothed person once more.
The other party drew a small piece of cloth from his sleeve, walked to the bucket on the east side of the bed, dipped the cloth inside to drench half of it, and then wrung it dry. Holding the damp cloth, he walked to Yang Yingfang’s side once again. After that, his movements entered Yin Huizhi’s blind spot of vision, rendering them invisible.
Yin Huizhi frowned slightly.
A hand suddenly wound around from behind his neck, turning him flat on his back. Immediately following that, a dark shadow partially blanketed over him. His head was lifted up, and right after, his forehead was gently pressed against another forehead.
Xie Ling’s face suddenly magnified. His neck turned stiff, and he instinctively lowered his eyes. Within his field of vision, he happened to see those pale crimson lips moving open and close, signaling, “Close. Your. Eyes.”
Before Xie Ling could finish speaking, Yin Huizhi closed his eyes with extreme urgency.
The scene upon the bed abruptly appeared before his eyes. All of his perceptions became incomparably acute; he could even hear Yang Yingfang’s breath, which resembled a thin thread, and the spiritual energy fluctuations on that black-clothed person, which were fluctuations belonging to a Golden Core stage cultivator.
Yin Huizhi thought to himself, This is the world through Xie Ling’s eyes.
The black-clothed person held the damp cloth in one hand, while his other hand extracted a small jade bottle from his robe. Opening it, a smooth, round, green elixir pill was revealed. In the next instant, that elixir pill was fed into Yang Yingfang’s mouth.
Yielding immediate results, traces of white foam began to overflow from the corners of Yang Yingfang’s lips. Yin Huizhi instantly wanted to strike out to stop him, but he was held down by Xie Ling.
The shared perception continued.
The black-clothed person wiped away the white foam from the corners of Yang Yingfang’s lips. The originally half-dead Yang Yingfang suddenly let out a cough, and the deathly aura upon his forehead miraculously faded a little.
Yin Huizhi was somewhat surprised, thinking, This person actually came to save Yang Yingfang?
But since he was saving a person, why did he need to be so secretive? Could it be that while the Yang family appeared anxious and uneasy over Yang Yingfang’s illness on the surface, they actually forbade anyone truly capable of curing Yang Yingfang from coming to administer aid?
He quietly opened his eyes and happened to collide with Xie Ling’s gaze. Shifting his gaze downward, he saw Xie Ling’s lips move gently a few more times, forming the words, “Spring Returning Pill.”
The Spring Returning Pill was an item with a price that was shockingly exorbitant even within the Upper Cultivation Realm. It was a fine treasure used to sustain life. Just what kind of background did this black-clothed person possess to actually bring forth a Spring Returning Pill upon opening his hands?
Curiosity arose within Yin Huizhi’s heart, yet he also knew that alerting the enemy at this moment was not a wise choice.
The black-clothed person stuffed the emptied bottle back into his chest, stood by the bedside to observe for a short while, and finally flipped back out through the window.
Yin Huizhi immediately pushed Xie Ling away, wanting to crawl out from beneath the bed. “Let’s pursue!”
Xie Ling caught his wrist. In the next second, he teleported directly outside the window. Unfortunately, the black-clothed person’s figure was already gone.
Yin Huizhi frowned. He had not expected the other party to flee so quickly. He exerted effort to observe the surroundings for a round before finally giving up. “Forget it, he is not very important. Let’s still go back to find Yang Yingfang.”
Xie Ling replied, “Alright.”
Yin Huizhi suddenly paused. “Wait, when you pulled me under the bed just now, did you discover something amiss with that person?”
Xie Ling actually asked him back, “What was amiss?”
Yin Huizhi knitted his brows. “For example, a magical artifact capable of detecting a cultivator’s presence, or some kind of special perceptive ability…”
Xie Ling let out an “oh” and replied, “No.”
Yin Huizhi found it utterly baffling. “Then why did you pull me under the bed?”
Xie Ling glanced at his filthy face and clothes, saying faintly, “I simply felt all of a sudden that your investigation was going a bit too comfortably, so I feared you might lack a sense of experience.”
Yin Huizhi was left completely speechless.
Inside the bedroom of the principal house.
Yang Yingfang opened his bleary, swollen eyelids, only to see two entirely expressionless faces staring down at him coldly. Although both faces were highly handsome and did not resemble ghosts or monsters, Yang Yingfang had just awakened from a severe illness and was utterly lacking in courage. He was so terrified that he nearly passed out once more.
Acting with quick eyes and fast hands, Xie Ling directly and rapidly tapped twice upon his acupoints, forcefully pushing Yang Yingfang’s fainting spell back down. Yang Yingfang’s eyes rolled halfway back before coming to an abrupt halt, falling back down in a half-dead state.
Only after a long while did his focus return, looking at Xie Ling and Yin Huizhi as he asked in a trembling voice, “Who, who are you!”
Xie Ling curled his lips into a smile toward him. “Long time no see, Master Yang. I missed you for quite a long time at the Yang family altar.”
Yang Yingfang dazed for two seconds. Realizing the identity of the person before his eyes, his eyes rolled upward once more.
“If you dare to faint, I will slaughter you right now,” Xie Ling said indifferently.