The Two Remnant Souls

The Third Floor of the Scripture Depository.

A figure flickered in and out of view inside the Tyrant Whale Diagram.

Whale Slaughter Lord was in a panic. He had no idea why, but ever since that brat had moved him into this Grotto Heaven Magic Treasure, he'd constantly felt someone watching him.

It was a strange feeling. He was the mighty Whale Slaughter Lord from a Hundred Thousand Years Ago, a hero of unparalleled stature.

What kind of person could spy on him without being detected?

Whale Slaughter Lord had even used the power of the Scripture Depository to observe his surroundings.

But he'd found nothing.

The Black Hall in the distance looked especially ancient, but he didn't recognize it. It probably wasn't anything good.

Still, this feeling of being watched was simply too uncomfortable.

When that brat came back, he'd have to give him a proper talking-to and make him find the watcher. Otherwise, where would that leave the dignity of an Ancient Great Power?

Just as he was thinking this, someone suddenly pushed open the door to the Third Floor.

Ye Kang strolled in as if nothing were amiss and came to a stop in front of the Tyrant Whale Diagram.

"Senior Whale Slaughter, this junior has a favor to ask."

A cold snort rang out.

A wisp of smoke emerged, and Whale Slaughter Lord appeared with his hands behind his back and his chin lifted. He said with an air of arrogance, "No manners. Is that how you ask someone for a favor?"

Ye Kang smiled. "Then how does Senior think one ought to ask?"

"Bathe, burn incense, and kowtow three times—nine times, even. That would be acceptable."

"Of course. You're Senior Whale Slaughter, after all. It's only right."

"Exactly. Think back to a Hundred Thousand Years