Polar Sea

In a desolate, cold, and silent Star Field, there was no aura of any living being. A Cosmic Boat was jumping and shuttling back and forth.

On the deck, Snake God, who was bound tightly by divine chains as thick as his calves, was panting heavily.

Dao Yan and Ban Shan looked as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Palace Master Wushuang, why did you bring him here?" Ban Shan Daoist looked anxious. "Why don't we kill this person right now to avoid any unexpected changes?"

"I say, little guy, as fate would have it, we've at least met once. Do you really want me to die so badly?" Snake God's remaining two heads faced Ban Shan, and both had strange expressions on them.

The divine power turned into a ribbon and covered Snake God's mouth. Then, Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly and roughly told them what had happened.

After listening, Dao Yan frowned and slowly walked to Snake God. He asked, "You know about Xuan Yi?"