"By the way, Brother Xuan, Long Aotian has been ranting about wanting to trouble you," Ye Lingyi said.
"However, I've already sent him packing. He probably doesn't even know that Brother Xuan is the one who cultivated from the Primordial Hongmeng Heaven," Ye Lingyi chuckled.
Previously at Yingchun Pavilion, Long Aotian indeed lost quite a bit of face because of Ye Xuan.
But even now, it seems Long Aotian still doesn't know that Ye Xuan is the mysterious prodigy of the Ye Family who cultivated from the Primordial Hongmeng Heaven.
Ye Xuan gave a slight nod but said nothing.
To Ye Xuan, ants of Long Aotian's level were naturally not worth his attention.
The three of them walked slowly towards the Purple Qi Arena.
Walking behind Ye Xuan, Ye Lingyi was somewhat anxious.
He knew that the succession ceremony of the Mo Family Head had already begun, yet neither Ye Xuan nor Little Meng Chan seemed to be in any hurry, moving at a leisurely pace.
