Under the old man's expectant gaze, Hua Yunfei slowly nodded. "That day will come."
Although that mysterious senior had said that Hua Yunfei was inferior to Dao Wushuang in the same realm, and also inferior to the Backer Sect Founder and the Hua Clan Founding Ancestor, none of it could affect him—not in the slightest.
At most, such words served as a reminder.
Only Hua Yunfei himself knew his true strength.
Or rather, even he did not fully know where his limits lay, because he had never fought with his full strength.
The old man smiled. Looking at Hua Yunfei, his eyes brimmed with memories. "It is this reassuring feeling. No matter what happens, your confidence will never be shaken. This is my master—the Cloud Emperor whose depths no one in the same realm could ever fathom."
Hua Yunfei said, "Now that I have obtained the fragment, what do you need to do next? Did that senior make any arrangements?"
The old man shook his head. "No, but I have already decided what I need to do. Master, call Ye Bufan over."
The moment the old man mentioned Ye Bufan's name, the order of time and space visibly rippled violently.
His meeting with Ye Bufan was an absolutely forbidden taboo, one that violated the order of the Great Dao.
Yet after flickering for an instant, the disturbance in the order of time and space vanished, as though someone had smoothed it away.
Hua Yunfei looked up. He had wanted to say this before: why had no karmic disorder of order arisen from his meeting with the old man? So someone really had been watching them.
His intuition told him that the one who had smoothed away this order was not the ancestors, but that mysterious senior.
The old man smiled.