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"Brother Wu, you've found yourself a fine helper."

Snow God Mountain Master Xue Aotian was also quite interested in Yan. He walked over to the Heavenly Evil Sect group and looked them over before clasping his hands toward Yan. "Thank you for what happened earlier.

"Spatial teleportation is troublesome enough, yet you also possess an avatar ability barely weaker than your true body. With those two abilities combined, even I would not be very confident facing such a method."

Yan replied calmly, "You flatter me, Mountain Master. If you had remained at your peak, I would not have had such confidence either. But I do not like taking advantage of someone's misfortune. Besides, the Mountain Master and I have another connection as well."

"You and I? I do not know you. Still, if the opportunity arises, you and I can have a match."

Xue Aotian's brow twitched at Yan's answer. He was annoyed, but also somewhat puzzled.

Yan said he did not wish to take advantage of someone's misfortune, implying that if he had taken the field earlier, Xue Aotian would undoubtedly have lost. That was hardly pleasant to hear for the proud Snow God Mountain Master.

As for Yan's claim that he had some connection to him, Xue Aotian could recall no such thing and was rather baffled. However, he knew this was not the place to ask, so he did not question him directly. Instead, he invited him to battle, partly to test him.

"Mountain Master, the chance for you and me to fight will come."

Yan's tone was highly mysterious, as though he were concealing something, or perhaps hinting at something. Xue Aotian racked his brains to no avail and could only give up.

"Isn't this the Second Palace Master? What brings you to our Heavenly Evil