"Was he making a declaration to the whole world?" Ji Ziyue's eyes lit up. She found this man more interesting by the moment.
"He's a Sacred Body, so he's certainly qualified to say that. But..." Ji Haoyue thought for a moment. "Isn't he being a little too confident?"
Ye Fan didn't think he was too confident. What were a couple of bold remarks?
Ye Fan had grown up under Uncle Meng's guidance, and he had learned a great deal from him. Confidence was one of those lessons.
At first, Ye Fan had been puzzled. How could Uncle Meng, a kindergarten teacher, be so outrageously confident?
As if he ranked first, Heaven second, and Earth third.
But after getting nowhere trying to figure it out, Ye Fan had stopped worrying about it. He had even picked up some of that confidence himself.
More than twenty years together had left their mark on him.
Ye Fan ate several more fruits in a row. He found that the terrifying corrosive force had vanished, though he still looked old enough to be at death's door.
Ye Fan thought that couldn't be right. But he had heard that leaving the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land would bring about a transformation. Perhaps he would grow young again then.
He had not absorbed all the Divine Medicine within him. Most of it had settled inside his body.
While Ye Fan picked the fruits, however, the atmosphere in the Dao Realm grew strange.
What had that young man said? Sacred Body Ye Fan? Wasn't he a Tyrant Body ancestor?
A Tyrant Body ancestor was actually a Sacred Body?
Was there some plot behind this? Was a Sacred Body trying to live as a Tyrant Body, or had a Tyrant Body taken the form of a Sacred Body?
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