In the arena, Ye Mingqiu listened to the chaotic sounds constantly echoing around him, but his eyes were fixed on the Old Beast Monarch not far away. A bright smile gradually appeared on his face as he silently thought to himself, "You helped me before, now it's my turn to help you. This way, I won't owe you anything."
On the other side, the Old Beast Monarch stood proudly in the arena, with a smile on his face, appearing to be in quite good spirits.
He had sensed the presence of the Eye of Omaragon and knew whose handiwork it was.
When Ye Mingqiu, as a Spiritualist, had first met him, the Old Beast Monarch had already sensed this mysterious Dominator Level equipment, the Eye of Omaragon, but he didn't say much at the time. Not prying into others' secrets is a virtue.
And now, the appearance of someone willing to actively help him and who could wield the Eye of Omaragon, seemed to reveal the identity of the person.
"Gael, you really are..."
