Ruthless

"Brother Ming Han, how have you been?"

Ye Tiancheng stood on his throne without getting up.

Or rather, none of the cultivators in the Mystic Courtyard were worthy of him standing up to welcome them!

Ye Tiancheng waved his hand gently and the nine wyrms in front of him understood. They opened up a path and allowed Ming Han to enter.

Ye Tiancheng sat on his throne high and mighty.

Ming Han stood below.

Even so, that was enough to make many cultivators envious.

To be able to have a friendly relationship with Ye Tiancheng and converse with him at such a close distance was already a great honor for many cultivators.

The atmosphere on the side of Hundred Refinement Sect was a little depressing.

The closer Ming Han and Ye Tiancheng were, the worse the situation for Hundred Refinement Sect was!