After Elder Xue's spirit appeared in the world, Feng Sha couldn't help but stand up.
"It was you!"
"Li Hanxue, the Holy Snow Child from a thousand years ago! You've actually survived to this day with just a wisp of your remnant soul!"
After the initial surprise came a sigh of regret.
"Back in the day, you were a figure revered by thousands. How could you have such poor judgment, choosing such a person to inherit your mantle? Aren't you afraid this brat will tarnish your reputation!"
"Feng Sha, what's the point of saying all this now?"
Old Xue looked at Lin Feng with his cloudy, deep eyes and said in a deep voice, "Lin Feng, I must admit that you are a top genius with talent, temperament, and even character that are one in a million. When I first saw you, I really did not expect things to develop to this point."
"Is this a lighthearted and enjoyable time for reminiscing?"
Lin Feng joked.
"You are a powerful expert in the Divine Realm. The reason you have not killed Xiao Han is probably because you want to get something from him. Just tell me, as long as you can spare his life."
"I think you've lived too long, so you've become senile!" Yuan Wudao raised his hand and sneered, "What His Highness wants is his fortune! His sacred body! What, can you give it to him?"
"...I also know a few techniques for plundering fortune. If you spare his life, it's not impossible!"
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.
Elder Xue, who had lived in a divine soul state for over a thousand years, knew this well.
"No! Master! I can't give it to him! Even if I, Xiao Han, were to self-destruct and die, I would never let this bastard get it!"
Xiao Han shouted loudly from behind.
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