He Was Still Just a Child

All encounters in this world were reunions after long separations.

But I didn't want to reunite with them at a time like this!

Duan De roared inwardly.

"Daoist friend, don't pull such a long face." Qin Sheng frowned.

"You and I brothers are meeting again. What a cause for celebration. Aren't you happy?"

Duan De gritted his teeth. "I'm happy, you—"

"It's good that you're happy." Qin Sheng cut off the Wicked Daoist and waved a hand.

"We've been waiting here for you for several days, and we even prepared some gifts for you. This is our grandest welcome, representing our heartfelt sincerity."

Qin Sheng pointed at the formation Black Emperor had set up and smiled.

"Let me briefly introduce it. The Wushi Killing Formation—you should have heard of it. Of course, this one is extremely crude and rudimentary, with very little power."

An Emperor Killing Formation was not easy to set up. It demanded great requirements in materials, cultivation, and mastery of Dao Patterns. What Black Emperor had made was actually a severely simplified version.

It would not be wrong to call it all show and no substance, but looking intimidating was enough.

"But that's alright. You should be able to sense the fiery passion contained within the killing formation. It represents the blazing brotherhood between us!"

The fury on Duan De's face froze.

Qin Sheng then introduced the item in Ye Fan's hand. "The Black Gourd. I explained its origins to you before, so I won't say much now."

"A nearly scrapped Ancient Emperor Weapon. Nothing worth mentioning."

The frozen expression on Duan De's face began to ease.

Qin Sheng then pointed at the dog bell around Black Emperor's neck.

"A bell Emperor Wushi refined for Black Emperor. It's not anything remarkable, merely carrying the Emperor's concern for