"Not... not dead..." Han Feng stared at the white-robed Old Man floating beside Xiao Yan, his expression gradually turning ugly.
Everything he had told Hua Ji before had been based on Old Yao already being dead. Yet now, this old bastard had actually appeared right before his eyes...
That meant his lies would probably be shattered in an instant.
For a moment, Han Feng considered running.
After all, Hua Ji was a Six-star Dou Zong. He could not defeat even one of them, much less with his former Master watching him like a tiger from the side. If the two joined forces, he might very well perish here today!
But he still had a chance!
A sharp glint flashed through Han Feng's eyes. That woman was not his only backer!
"You've grown so old..." Hua Ji raised a tender, fair arm, but when her palm touched Old Yao's face, it passed straight through him.
"Hehe, I'm only a damaged Soul Body now." Seeing the disappointment in Hua Ji's eyes, Old Yao stroked his beard and smiled. "As long as one's state of mind has grown old, one does not care much about appearances."
Yet Hua Ji broke into a brilliant smile, her voice seductive. "I'll still like you even when you're old!"
Seeing the woman throw such a direct remark at him, Old Yao could not help coughing a few times. Waving his hand, he said, "We'll discuss that later!"
"What exactly happened when you suddenly disappeared back then?" Remembering her greatest doubt, Hua Ji asked curiously.
Old Yao's face darkened, and his eyes gradually turned cold. Looking at Han Feng, who had quietly flown into the distance, he spoke indifferently. "What else could it be? My 'good disciple' colluded with the Soul Hall, betrayed his Master, and exterminated his