"Senior Brother, when I prove the Dao and become a Great Emperor, I'll definitely create a place in my Small World that's exactly the same as this. Then, when you and Senior Sister come to my Small World, you'll have a place to stay."
"Senior Brother, why do you think the True Greater Yang Fire I cultivate is different from Senior Sister's? Hers doesn't even burn her hair, so why did I burn off even my eyebrows…?"
"Senior Brother, you're still the most amazing. You're so powerful even without cultivating the Nine Yang Celestial Skill. Those arrogant guys ran off with their tails between their legs after just one look from you, not daring to even make a peep. When can I be as amazing as you?"
Yang Xiao vaguely remembered.
The words that little bald kid—the one without even a pair of eyebrows—had said to him.
At the time, he had thought it was all so childish.
He hadn't thought much of him.
But he never expected that the little guy would remember all this time.
