The man rubbed his face, saying he had just brushed against the rock wall but accidentally touched his wound. He grimaced in pain, but still said to Ye Fengsheng, "If not for the ceremonies of the younger generation, not for your entry into the tomb, not for the clean determination shown on the suspension bridge, why do you think I would let you come here?"
As he spoke, he seemed to realize what he was saying. He stared at Ye Fengsheng's voice, stammering for a long time before saying, "Pei's pure determination can only cultivate empty palms, but cannot cultivate the Heavenly Eye! Only then did you show both the Heavenly Eye and empty palm! You are not one of the ancients!"
"Speak! Who are you?"
Taking a big gulp, he glared at Ye Fengsheng's voice, as if at this moment Ye Fengsheng's voice was an enemy of his father, and his anger was uncontrollable.
