"You finally came out!"
Ye Qingchen slowly lifted his head to look.
The one who came.
It was Ye Xu Kong.
This old woman with a gaunt face and graying hair was filled with an aura of decay, but her eyes were full of murderous intent.
Taotian Palace had suffered too great a loss. Even if they managed to defend against Ye Qingchen in this battle, they would likely be heavily injured and decline, being excluded from the Thirty-Six Sects.
"Ye Qingchen, you were once a disciple of Taotian Palace. Do you truly wish to meet us on the battlefield?"
Ye Xu Kong said in a deep voice.
"Haha, when you pushed me step by step, did you ever care that I was a disciple of Taotian Palace?" Ye Qingchen clasped his hands behind his back, eyes cold: "Why do you remember now that I was a Taotian Palace disciple?"
When they suppressed him under the Valley of Life and Death, they didn't think of him as a Taotian Palace disciple!
