"What... what did you say?"
Ma Yunteng suddenly shot to his feet.
In a flash, he appeared before Moon Chan Demigod.
Moon Chan Demigod's delicate brows furrowed slightly.
At that moment, Ma Yunteng was roughly gripping one of her arms, hurting her.
However.
She could understand Ma Yunteng's feelings.
For the past three years, the burden of the Five-Star Human Race.
Could be said to have rested entirely on his shoulders.
Beset by troubles within and without, he had endured far too much.
Even streaks of white had appeared at his temples.
"Ye Fan's soul lamp has reignited."
Moon Chan looked at Ma Yunteng. Extreme brightness shone within his somewhat weary eyes.
"Hahaha... good, good, good.
I knew it. That fellow who always created miracles could never have died so easily!"
If anyone had been there.
They would surely have been astonished.
After three years of tempering through blood and fire.
The Supreme Alliance Leader of the Human Martial Arts Alliance, barely in his thirties.
Had become incomparably steady. Even due to the immense pressure.
There was a trace of obsession beneath that composure.
Yet today, he seemed like a big boy, dancing with excitement.
Seeing this.
Even Moon Chan's cold, delicate lips unconsciously curved into a smile.
Perhaps.
Only little brother Ye Fan was the true super genius whom proud Ma Yunteng believed could help bear his burdens.
"Haha, I lost my composure. Sorry."
After his excitement subsided.
Ma Yunteng quickly calmed down. His face was filled with guilt over hurting Moon Chan Demigod when he had grabbed her earlier.
Moon Chan Demigod gently shook her head. Her voice was a little less icy and somewhat gentler as she said:
"Contact him quickly. I think only then will you truly be at ease."
She reminded him.
Hearing that.
Ma