"Oh?"
The hunched old man seemed intrigued, "How so?"
"You imitate the appearance of an emperor in every aspect."
Yang Ge stared at him, seemingly questioning yet verifying, "Little do you know that an emperor is formless... Painting a tiger only to end up with a cat, dressing as a Buddha only to resemble a demon, your childhood must have been less than that of pigs and dogs, right?"
The old man didn't take Yang Ge's provocative words to heart, but instead revealed a moment of lucidity as if awakening from a dream, "What a statement that the emperor is formless, Yang Ge reaches a high realm!"
Seeing that the old man didn't fall for the trap, Yang Ge didn't mind, having already tested that this old Bi Deng did not cultivate this terrifying imperial aura through the honor of emperors, therefore, regardless of the secret method he used to forcefully cultivate this imperial aura, there must be flaws!
