Yue Yang was much calmer now. The grave mood he had felt upon first hearing of the Divine Throne had been swept away.
It was as though clouds had parted to reveal the sun.
The blue sky reappeared.
The old man had originally wanted to boast to Yue Yang for a while longer, but his brows drew together slightly. He straightened his arm and laboriously patted Yue Yang's shoulder. "Kid, let's leave it at that for now. When I have some free time, this old man will explain it all to you properly. There's a madman here with a terrible suspicious streak. Though he hasn't found me, he's been looking for me all these years. I can't let him find me, hahaha!"
Yue Yang was utterly speechless.
Senior, were you here to play hide-and-seek?
If you had the strength, couldn't you just swat him dead like a fly? Why play such a boring game? You're tens of thousands of years old, not a few years old, all right?
"If he asks about me, don't ever say you've seen me!" The old man even reminded Yue Yang not to let the truth slip.
"I say, Senior, why are you running? Just beat him flat, beat him until he's scattered like falling flowers and fleeing water, until his teeth are all over the ground and even his grandmother wouldn't recognize him! Wouldn't that settle it?" Yue Yang simply could not understand **'s world. You had strength and were some lofty senior, so could you at least show a little of a lofty senior's bearing? You were completely leaking stupidity—what the hell was this?
"No, no. I refuse to fight a little brat who's only lived twenty or thirty thousand years. What if I make him cry, and he goes home to tell