"As expected of the Plane Master. What impressive methods."
Ye Chenxing surveyed the forcibly frozen space and time around him, a flicker of something unusual crossing his eyes.
The aged voice rang out from nowhere once again.
"Visitor from another world, what exactly is your purpose in descending upon this world?"
Ye Chenxing did not answer. He merely stood with his hands behind his back and said mildly, "Since you're here, won't you show yourself, Plane Master? Hiding your head and concealing your tail hardly seems a proper way to receive a guest."
The instant his words fell, a faint ripple spread through the space before him.
An old man appeared out of thin air. His hair and beard were white, his clothes plain, and not the slightest fluctuation of soul power emanated from him. He looked utterly ordinary; no one could have connected this decrepit figure with the supreme ruler of this world.
The old man's deep gaze passed over Ye Chenxing, lingering briefly on the frozen Huo Yuhao before returning to the youth before him.
Ye Chenxing's lips curved slightly. "Relax. I have little interest in this Child of Destiny you've chosen, and I won't do anything to him."
The old man slowly shook his head, his gaze solemn. "But just now, you demanded that Ice Silkworm's cultivation-"
"I said I wouldn't touch Huo Yuhao." Ye Chenxing shrugged indifferently. "But I never said I wouldn't touch this Ice
Silkworm."
The Plane Master fell silent at once.
Seeing him at a loss, Ye Chenxing chuckled. "Actually, there's no need for us to stand here with swords drawn and bows bent. At the end of the day, we share a common enemy."
When the old man said nothing, Ye Chenxing's eyes flickered, and he continued, "Plane Master, surely you know