Yang Fei coldly looked at Chen Xingzhu.
"Where is my Ancestral Master? Don't force me to make a move against you."
Chen Xingzhu let out a cold laugh, her gaze seemingly dripping with poison, yet her face was full of charm.
"I thought you, Yang Fei, were born free and unfettered, with no relatives to care about. So it turns out that the old white-haired man is very important to you."
Upon hearing this, Yang Fei's anger flared up.
"So you've seen my Ancestral Master. How is he, and where is he now?"
Chen Xingzhu's smile faded as she spoke indifferently.
"I did indeed see the old man with white hair, but Zeus has already taken him away."
"Find Zeus, and naturally, you'll find your Ancestral Master."
Upon hearing this, Yang Fei was taken aback.
"Zeus? He's not dead yet? Damn it!"
In the Jile World, Spirit Mountain collapsed, and Yang Fei sealed Zeus in the Dragon Battle Arena, pressing him under the foot of the Spirit Mountain.
