Huo Yao’s provocation bordered on impudence, but Su Yi ignored it. 2

He took out a jug of wine and drank in silence.2

Seeing Huo Yao here tonight came as a bit of a surprise. But more than that, after conversing with his disciple, he felt melancholy and bleak.2

Master and disciple had been reunited, but now, they were enemies!2

Although Su Yi had long since anticipated this development, now that it was really happening, he still found it difficult to stay truly calm.1

“Well, Master? Why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t tell me you’re afraid your disciple will hurt you?” Off in the distance, Huo Yao stood with his hands behind his back and said leisurely. 0

Venting earlier had left him feeling incomparably delighted. Facing the merely Spiritual Revolution Realm Su Yi now, he had a lofty air of superiority and a strong sense of elation.0

In the past, he could only look up to Su Yi. He had never imagined that the day would come that he could one day look down on the master he’d resented for countless years!0

Su Yi put away his jug of wine.7

He suddenly felt that in this moment, even a far stronger brew would have tasted bland.0

“Rest assured, Master. You’re the legend whose sword once dominated the heavens, and you’re...0