"Senior, your cultivation has reached the pinnacle. My cultivation is meager, so I wouldn't dare keep you company for long. Otherwise, it might shake my resolve to cultivate!"
Ye Wen was already standing at the doorway as he said this to the Nine Nether Snake King.
"Little friend, wait! Tell me what's happening outside. I'll help seal the demonic blade on your back. The other party's demonic consciousness is nearly fully formed. If you don't seal it soon, you won't be yourself anymore!"
Hearing this, Ye Wen hurriedly shut the stone door and left the eighth level.
That old bastard is affecting my thoughts with every sentence. It's like I'm completely under his control. How terrifying. You're a snake—why are you so sinister?
You clearly sensed that I'd made up my mind to leave, yet you deliberately said that. Could you be certain I'd come back to ask you to seal the demonic blade?
Damn it, what the hell is this demonic blade, anyway? It clearly has the bloodline aura of my Hongmeng Clan, but it's also so evil?
It doesn't look like anything good!
But... at a critical moment, this demonic blade might save my life. And it's the only thing Zhang Jingyi left him!
Should I really abandon it?
No! I can't abandon it. I can't cut off my own arm just because that old bastard said one thing!
Ye Wen didn't calm down until he reached the entrance to the passage, the agitation Old Demon Snake had stirred in him gradually settling.
Is this the strength of a Ninth Rank Peak cultivator? Or am I easily influenced because I've cultivated for such a short time and seen so little?
Ye Wen worked to calm his mind and set aside the matter of the Nine Nether Snake King