Ye Fan looked at the radiant, sunny boy before him with great satisfaction. He stroked Ye Tong's head, marveling at how quickly time had passed.
"Little fellow, you've done very well. Among the younger generation, you deserve to reign supreme."
Since this was his eldest disciple, he had to offer some encouragement. Paired with Ye Fan's current outfit, however, it was hard not to laugh.
"Thank you for stepping in to help the little fellow, brother. May I ask your name?"
The Peacock King, Dongfang Ye, Yao Yuekong, and the others came over and asked Ye Fan curiously.
"Mo Zaiwen. I simply couldn't stand those fellows bullying a youngster, so I lent a casual hand. Think nothing of it." Countless powerful cultivators were still at Fire Spirit Gully, and Ye Fan didn't want to reveal his true identity here.
"Mo Zaiwen?"
Everyone was puzzled. Who had a name like that?
"Pfft...! Grandpa Peacock, Uncle Dongfang, Uncle Yuekong, this uncle wants you to stop asking his name! Mo Zaiwen means 'don't ask again.'"
Ye Tong couldn't help laughing. The man in the straw hat looked just as young as he did, yet he called him a youngster and had even used the name Mo Zaiwen to fool everyone.
Especially with those sunglasses and the cigarette dangling from his lips, the young man's show-off look was downright hilarious.
"See? This little fellow Tongtong has a sharp mind. You lot have grown old, and your brains aren't working so well anymore."
"The roads of the world stretch far; mountains and rivers will bring us together again. Until next time. I'll take my leave."
After teasing Yao Yuekong and the others, Ye Fan flew straight onto the tractor and left Fire Spirit Gully.
"Da-da-da-da-da-da..."
The tractor's noise faded into the distance, leaving everyone at