Beneath the golden Mecha, Huo Yuhao's face slowly changed, returning to its original appearance.
"It's you?!"
This time, Xuan Zi, Ye Xishui, and everyone else from the Holy Spirit Cult were all startled.
"Obviously. Who besides Yuhao could bring Old Kong and me together?" Du Busi chuckled. "Your Holy Spirit Cult wants this Holy Son? Fine, the Body Sect will hand him over. Let's see if you can hold on to him!"
"Brat, you humiliated me beyond all endurance back then. Now I'll devour you alive to avenge that disgrace!" Xuan Zi roared, about to charge at Huo Yuhao.
"Hmph, he's fallen into our laps without the slightest effort." Ye Xishui stopped Xuan Zi. "Xuan Zi, he's the Holy Son of my Holy Spirit Cult. You cannot touch him. But I can promise you that once we capture him, we'll brainwash him. The personality of the Huo Yuhao who humiliated you will be destroyed!"
"That works too." Xuan Zi nodded. "But this brat is as slippery as they come. Don't capsize in a ditch. Consider yourselves warned."
"That mere junior?! Hahahaha! As if he were worthy!"
Terrifying fluctuations of evil soul power blazed up. At that moment, Ye Xishui seemed to be growing younger.
Long Xiaoyao had been right. In her youth, Ye Xishui had truly been beautiful, her peerless features no less stunning than Wang Dong'er's, enough to stir anyone's heart.
Long Xiaoyao slowly turned toward Ye Xishui, his gaze growing ever more tender. "Xishui, you're so beautiful. You're still just as beautiful, but I've already grown old."
His voice was gentle, and he spoke very slowly, as though pouring out his heart.
"Burning your blood essence just to capture me. You really are sparing no expense," Huo Yuhao said with a soft chuckle. "But before that, Ye Xishui,