The young Heavenly Master standing horizontally above Li Xuanji looked down and sneered, filled with the utmost mockery.
It was clear that he recognized Li Xuanji. No, he should be able to recognize the true blood aura of He Fan Liu.
On his lowered forehead, three golden patterns could be seen glowing brilliantly. With just one look, Li Xuanji knew he belonged to the Golden Pattern Clan, meaning the clan of his ex-wife.
Li Xuanji immediately felt awkward, his old face turning slightly red.
He grumbled inwardly: What is all this about? It wasn't me who did it, but now I'm taking the blame for everything. As the Head of the Four Emperors, don't I have any pride to maintain...
He knew that Great Master Jade Pure Primordial Lord on the other side could definitely "hear" his grumbling.
Immediately, he heard a chuckle come from afar: Aren't you boasting of being someone on the Path of Cautious Cultivation? If you can't even withstand this tiny test, how can you talk about contesting the Great Dao...
"This!" Li Xuanji was suddenly somewhat in the wrong, and stopped muttering.
He forced a smile, looked at the Golden Pattern Heavenly Head who was looking down at him like a great heaven, and greeted: "So it's you. It has indeed been a long time. It's just that I suffered a disaster in that Wild Mayfly Land, and my divine soul memories were severely lost, so I can't remember your name?"
An old-timer in the jianghu was an old-timer after all; he still had a few tricks up his sleeve.
Even though he couldn't recognize this Golden Pattern Clan Heavenly Master at all, he could still fake the feeling of recognizing him, just failing to recall the name.
Swish!
A gust of wind blew down