Ye Chenfeng stopped his footsteps and looked at Jie Wenzhan.
Jie Wenzhan’s face broke into a provocative smile: "Brother Ye, I’m looking forward to encountering you in the Secret Realm. If we cross paths, I won’t hold back, and I hope you won’t either."
Ye Chenfeng looked at Jie Wenzhan’s face and, after a long pause, uttered a single word: "Oh."
After saying this word, Ye Chenfeng turned and walked away.
At that mont, Jie Wenzhan suddenly understood the Sect Leader’s sentint of jumping around and shouting, "Speaking one more word would kill you."
Watching Ye Chenfeng leave, Jie Wenzhan frowned, his eyes slightly narrowed. One day, he would surely make Ye Chenfeng take him seriously!
...
The next day, Ye Chenfeng and Jie Wenzhan, accompanied by the elders of their sect, arrived at the Tide Gate.
"Rember, safety cos first," the Great Elder said earnestly. "While the legacy of the great ones is important, your safety is even more important. You are the hope of the Canglang Sect, and indeed the hope of the entire Cultivation World." It had been too long since anyone had ascended, and both of them had prospects for ascension. If they successfully ascended, they would undoubtedly bring great hope to the entire Cultivation World.
"Yes," both responded.
Saying that, the two moved towards the Tide Gate.
The Great Elder stood in place, watching the two enter the Tide Gate. He took another glance at Jie Wenzhan’s back. This person was like an incredibly sharp treasure sword, dazzling and dangerous. Even his silly daughter was determined to flutter into the fla to test it.
This person’s heart was not in romance; his ambitions were grand.
Ultimately, only four prodigies gradually entered the Tide Gate, which was unexpected yet predictable.
Golden Core Stage prodigies under thirty were indeed rare.
The prodigies entering the Tide Gate all wore exasperated expressions.
Because what appeared before them was a small town in the dead of night.
Only the red lanterns at the entrance of the tavern gently swayed in the wind.
Could it be that before ascending, what this great one was most nostalgic for was earthly pleasures, and thus his Immortal Mansion in the Tidal Sea transford into a place of deep obsession?
The scene with its distinct life-like aura left everyone unresponsive. For everyone had imagined this Secret Realm to be resplendent with pristine mountains and waters, palatial structures, transcending nature’s beauty. But instead...
The sky was moonless and starless; on a pavilion in the center of the town, light flickered, and several people simultaneously looked up to see a graceful silhouette casting against the window, dancing with incomparable agility.
Except for Ye Chenfeng, who took a glance and walked away, the others stood rooted, unable to tear their gaze away. The silhouette seed to possess so kind of magic power, and any hint of exploration in the mind forcibly anchored their gaze, making it difficult to shift.
While wandering, Ye Chenfeng passed a street corner and saw a ragged man in the corner, kneeling on the ground facing the pavilion, his voice trembling with excitent and obsession.
"Shangwu! I’m begging you, look at ... I’ll do anything for you!"
The man repeatedly uttered this sentence, appearing sowhat deranged.
Ye Chenfeng paused only for a mont, expressionless, and walked away.
Before the Heavenly chanism Mirror, Tianmiao was laughing so hard her stomach hurt.
"Hahaha, ahahaha, who would’ve thought Hong Rong is this kind of person at heart!" Tianmiao laughed until she was almost crying.
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