"Yao Chen, after hiding like a rat for so many years, I wonder how much of your old skill you still have?"
The Soul Hall Protector laughed eerily. He had only just arrived in the Black-Corner Region and had already received such a great gift. Venerable Mu Gu's task had hung unfinished for so many years, and today it was going to be completed by his hand!
"Protector Xuan!"
Han Feng bowed to the Soul Hall Protector with extreme courtesy, then turned a fierce gaze on Xiao Yan. Today, he would capture this little junior brother with his own hands!
"Sigh..."
"You ghostly things really do linger like vengeful spirits..."
A long, leisurely sigh rang out between heaven and earth. Amid the vast white mist, a middle-aged figure with white hair, a white beard, and white robes stepped through the air and emerged, floating beside Xiao Yan and Yun Zimo, his expression calm as he looked at the Soul Hall Protector within the black fog!
"Venerable Yao!"
Su Qian struck the Gold and Silver Elders down from the sky with one palm, then flashed to Yao Lao's side.
"Su Qian, huh. After all these years, you've grown old too..."
Yao Lao was somewhat emotional. The young man who had once followed behind Mang Tianchi was now an old man nearing the end of his years as well...
"Venerable Yao, how are you... how did you..."
Looking at Yao Lao's middle-aged appearance, Su Qian found it hard to believe. That high-spirited young Venerable Yao from back then—how could he...
"Oh, I woke up like this..."
Yao Lao said indifferently. Perhaps his heart had died at the moment Han Feng killed him with that sword...
"But you—how did you get so old?"
"You know, for the sake of the academy, I haven't