“Impossible!” Suddenly, a voice of disbelief resounded from deep within the mountains, and then a white haired old man suddenly appeared 300m away from Yang Ye.

The old man gazed at Snowy while disbelief filled his eyes.

Snowy glanced at the old man. Meanwhile, Yang Ye slapped her butt, and she immediately turned around and rubbed her head incessantly against his chest.

She was quite embarrassed!

In the end, Yang Ye forced Snowy into the Primordial Pagoda. But when the little fellow went inside, she shot one last reluctant gaze into the distance.

“Impossible…” The old man stared at Yang Ye, “How could she have possibly taken those swords, that’s absolutely…”

Yang Ye suddenly asked, “What do I cultivate in?”

The old man slowly clenched his fists.

Yang Ye said, “Why isn’t it possible? See? I’m a sword cultivator. They felt that my natural talent is extraordinary and acknowledged me as their master. Isn’t that very normal?”

“Bullshit!” The old man cursed,...