At his words, Ye Yu gave Ye Zhentian a deep look and grinned. "Imperial Grandfather, why don't I remember such a thing?"
Oaths could not be made carelessly, especially for a cultivator.
Back in the War of a Hundred Dynasties Battlefield, when Ye Xuan had been asked to swear that he had no connection to the Devil Race, he had not dared to say it for the same reason.
Although Ye Zhentian's words did not sound like an oath, if Ye Yu acknowledged such a matter, it would be no different from swearing one.
"Is that so? Then perhaps Grandpa forgot." Ye Zhentian smiled awkwardly.
Ye Yu frowned deeply. After a long while, he let out a sigh. The Ye Zhentian in his memories had treated him well, one of the few sources of warmth in his life.
He truly did not want to think too much about it, but he still said to Liu Qi, "Liu Qi, protect my grandfather. There may be danger ahead."
Liu Qi understood at once and nodded. He walked over to Ye Zhentian and smiled. "Old Master, let's wait here."
Looking at Liu Qi, Ye Zhentian could not say much. He merely smiled and said, "Then Yu'er, you must be careful yourself."
Ye Yu nodded and turned to Xu Yan.
Xu Yan stood before the stone gate. She took a deep breath as the blood within her body was continuously forced out and absorbed into the stone gate, while the patterns upon it gradually became clearer.
Crack!
When blood patterns covered the entire stone gate, a crisp sound rang out. The tightly shut gate slowly opened, revealing a pitch-black passage.
The instant the stone gate opened, Xu Yan's body swayed, and she collapsed weakly to the ground. Her life aura rapidly faded.
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