'Oh no, it's a Ten Thousand Miles Sound Transmission Sword. If Master—no, if Ye Xuanfeng—manifests, he'll see Young Master Yang and the others. Then I'll be...'
Cold sweat instantly beaded on Ye Dongge's forehead.
"Young Master Yang, quickly, conceal your aura and hide! My master's Spirit Will is about to manifest."
Heedless of anything else, Ye Dongge hurriedly spat out the words.
Large beads of cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
It felt as if something had seized his heart.
His expression was incredibly tense.
Although he prided himself on being a genius and didn't truly respect Ye Xuanfeng as his master,
he knew deep down just how terrifying Ye Xuanfeng, a cultivator at the Peak of Dao Tier, truly was. If his master ever found out about his betrayal, the consequences would be unimaginable.
