The Taiyin Emperor's face was somewhat ugly and cold, casting a sideways glance at Jun He, he spoke: "What did he say to you? To make you so concerned with chaos, the soul body that was finally glued stable, do you want it to fall apart again?"
Amidst the harsh rebuke of the Taiyin Emperor, Baili An barely stabilized his mind, knowing full well that regret was useless at this moment.
Everything has its destiny, if not for the death in Chaotic Netherworld Valley pushing the memories of the past, how would he remember everything, remember her again.
Baili An closed his eyes, then reopened them, the turmoil and chaotic emotions in his gaze forced down and smoothed out.
The deep black eyes returned to their usual clear and moist color.
"Senior Brother." He spoke again.
"Yes, Young Master." Jun He bowed again.
Baili An said: "Two hundred years ago, I couldn't cultivate the Tianxi Swordsmanship, my spirit root aptitude was ordinary, was this due to your handiwork?"
