"Lie Tian is my disciple."
Ye Xuan said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Wuming Sword Sage's pupils constricted sharply, staring at Ye Xuan in disbelief, blurting out, "Impossible, the ancestor rose from obscurity, never had a master."
Ye Xuan looked at Wuming Sword Sage evenly, unhurriedly said, "Because I once told him, not to mention anything about me to anyone."
Wuming Sword Sage was shocked, looking at the young man in front him, unsure of what to say.
He did not fully believe Ye Xuan, but also knew Ye Xuan's origins were beyond his imagination.
Ye Xuan withdrew his gaze, calmly said, "What's been said has been said, meet your death."
Wuming Sword Sage was suddenly startled, then filled with bitterness, he smiled wryly, "Could you bring my corpse back to Zhongxuan Mountain?"
Ye Xuan's eyes were indifferent, speaking softly, "You don't deserve it."
Wuming Sword Sage let out a bitter laugh.
