Ancient Spirit froze.
"Damn, are kids these days all this hot-tempered?"
He glanced at Little White beside him, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling,
and nearly rolled up his sleeves and charged out himself.
But the next second, Ancient Spirit, who had existed for countless ages, laughed.
"Kid, that little provocation won't work on me. Little White may not be able to beat that guy, but I might.
But I'm still not helping you. Hehe! Mad?"
The corner of Su Ming's eye twitched involuntarily as he suppressed his anger.
"Bro, who the hell are you? You've been running your mouth here forever. I'm talking to Brother White. Who do you think you are?"
"Why, you little..."
Ancient Spirit was about to tear into this disrespectful brat when Little White stepped forward in time.
"Su Ming, don't be rude. Ancient Spirit is the artifact spirit of the Heirloom Seal of the Realm.
Do you know how significant the Heirloom Seal of the Realm is?
But before it even took shape, Ancient Spirit was already a renowned sword spirit of the Xuanyuan Lineage.
We are old acquaintances. Watch your manners."
After saying that, he secretly shot Su Ming a look.
Who was Su Ming? Even before obtaining the Soul Resonance Art, he had already been an expert at sensing soul information.
He instantly caught Little White's meaning.
Was this really a warning?
Clearly, he was telling him to add more fuel to Ancient Spirit's anger.
Who would have thought Brother White, a system built around honesty, was actually such a scheming old bastard?
He had his friend completely figured out.
But I like it.
Respect, Brother White! You're my real brother!
Su Ming narrowed his eyes and pretended to scrutinize the fuming Ancient Spirit behind Little White.
Not bad. This