"Daoist Ye."
The Lord of Spirits and the Master of Destruction wore complicated expressions, cupping their hands toward Ye Xuan in a salute, which counted as having greeted him.
"Daoist Ye, we have not met for many years; your Cultivation has become even more unfathomable."
The Lord of Chaos looked at Ye Xuan with a complicated expression. Ye Xuan appearing alive was within his expectations, yet when Ye Xuan truly appeared before him, there was still a faint sense of helplessness in his heart.
"Master, please take the main seat."
Ye Xuanmo's sleeve swept across the Heavenly Vault, and a Supreme throne manifested. His entire bearing was one of utmost reverence.
Ye Xuan rose into the heavens, sitting lightly upon the Supreme throne, overlooking the Supremes present with a condescending posture.
Hiss!
Such a scene made beings from all sides suck in a cold breath, and a clamor of shocked voices quietly arose.
"Who is he?"
"Even the Lord of Extreme Demon calls him Master?"
