"Looks like my name has already reached the Transformation God Abyss?" A mocking smile curled across Ye Xiwen's lips.
"Mm, you've gained a bit of fame." The white-robed young man suddenly withdrew his entire aura and spoke calmly. "After all, it's rare to see someone so audacious. You still remember that old fellow Tiger-head Your Eminence, don't you?"
At his reminder, Ye Xiwen suddenly remembered everything. Tiger-head Your Eminence—so he had been the source of it all.
He remembered that not long after he had slain Tiger-head Your Eminence, he had been told that Tiger-head Your Eminence had an extraordinarily formidable disciple, one currently charging toward the final path of attaining the Dao. At the time, Ye Xiwen had not taken it too seriously. Although that disciple had previously sent people to trouble him and had even used his influence to interfere with the Nameless Dao Academy's plans,
that had been the end of it. After all, he was an expert in some distant world who might not enter the Dao at any known time.
Though he was only one final step away, that step might be crossed tomorrow, or perhaps a hundred years or a thousand years later. Thus, Ye Xiwen had not cared much about him.
In the following years, it seemed that this had not caused much trouble either. But now Ye Xiwen finally understood: if this plan was Hidden Valley's means of selecting talented disciples, then how could Tiger-head Your Eminence's disciple, hailed as a peerless genius, possibly not be among them?
In other words, it was highly likely that he would encounter that person in the Transformation God Abyss. Though they had yet to face each other, Ye Xiwen had already felt the trouble he had brought him.
"You remember now, don't you? This matter