After Yao Chen displayed his Bone Spirit Cold Flame, Xiao Yan finally believed that he was an alchemist and immediately performed the ceremony to take him as his master.
"Who's there?!"
After Xiao Yan knelt to become his disciple, Yao Chen sensed a familiar yet unfamiliar aura from the woods nearby.
The Bone Spirit Cold Flame nearly instantly burned that patch of trees to ashes.
At the same time, Fu Ye, who had been standing beneath the shade of the trees, walked out of the forest engulfed in white flames with a smile in his eyes.
"Well, if it isn't Yao Chen. After not seeing you for decades, how did you become so pathetic?"
Fu Ye's voice reached Xiao Yan and Yao Chen's ears before he followed it out of the Bone Spirit Cold Flame, slowly emerging without a single scratch.
Upon hearing Fu Ye's words, Xiao Yan's pupils abruptly widened. This man actually knew the white-haired old ghost inside his ring?!
"Y-You're Fu Ye?!"
When Yao Chen saw Fu Ye, his eyes were filled with disbelief.
Fu Ye slowly walked up before him, the corners of his eyes still carrying a trace of teasing. "Mm. We haven't met in so many years. Have you been doing well inside that Storage Ring?"
"Fine? Fine my ass! I always felt like someone had been blocking my perception these past years. I never thought it was you!"
At the appearance of this old friend, Yao Chen was both excited and agitated.
"Mm, but don't get happy too soon. I came here purely to watch you make a fool of yourself. Don't even think about prying so much as a single gold coin out of me."
As he spoke, Fu Ye spread his hands with a wicked grin.
Yao Chen's teeth itched with