"A Saint King?"
Hearing Duan De say this, Ye Fan felt somewhat wistful.
He wondered what sort of fortuitous encounter that fellow who had just passed them must have had, if he really was Ye Xingchen, to leap straight to the Saint King realm.
With a wistful smile, he could not help teasing:
"Would you believe me if I said I actually know that Saint King who just went past? If you believe me, why don't we go inside together? He'll definitely protect us!"
Duan De, who stood with his arms folded, froze at these words. He turned to look at Ye Fan. Did this fellow sleep badly last night and get kicked in the head by a donkey?
Somewhat embarrassed, he coughed, quickly turned his head, and teased:
"Look, brother, could you stop saying things like that? Someone like you knows him? That's a Saint King! Among the entire human race, he's an ancestor-level figure. I suggest you stop putting on airs here. We might be nobodies, but let's not embarrass ourselves, all right?"
Ye Fan smiled nonchalantly. Seeing that Duan De did not believe him, he could not be bothered to say anything more.
He waved a hand and walked ahead.
Watching from the side, Duan De wondered, Could this fellow really know him?
Puzzled, he gritted his teeth and hurried after him.
Meanwhile, inside the Qing Emperor's Tomb,
Ji Ziyue stood with her arms folded, looking at Ye Xingchen sitting cross-legged beside the coffin, a trace of admiration on her face.
Who would have thought that this fellow would use some unknown treasure to take them into a strange space?
When she emerged again, she was already standing before a coffin. Feeling that formidable enemy's aura, she could hardly believe that this was the Azure Emperor's