Su Yi ignored Huo Yao's almost wanton provocation.
He took out his wine jug and drank in silence.
Seeing Huo Yao tonight had come as something of a surprise to him.
Yet after speaking with Huo Yao, what filled his heart more was melancholy and desolation.
Master and disciple had met, only to turn against each other as enemies!
Though Su Yi had long anticipated that such a scene would come to pass, when he truly faced it, his heart still could not remain completely calm.
"Master, why have you fallen silent? Could it be that you are worried your disciple might harm you?"
In the distance, Huo Yao stood with his hands clasped behind his back and spoke leisurely.
His earlier outpouring had left him feeling utterly exhilarated. Now, facing Su Yi, who possessed only Spirit Wheel Realm cultivation, he felt as though he stood high above, his brows raised in triumph.
In the past, all he could do was look up. He had never imagined that one day, he would be able to look down upon the master he had resented in his heart for countless years!
Su Yi put away the wine jug.
He suddenly felt that even the strongest liquor had become thin and tasteless at this moment.
"Rest assured, Master. You were once a legendary figure whose sword suppressed the heavens, the god in the hearts of disciples like us. I guarantee that I will never take your life!"
Huo Yao smiled. "However, if Master is unwilling to return with your disciple, then your disciple can only personally invite Master back."
He put great emphasis on the word "invite."
Upon hearing this, it was as if the last thread binding Su Yi's heart had shattered. His expression, gaze, and bearing quietly took on an ultimate