Revival from the Dead

Jiang Changsheng looked at the high-spirited Ye Xun and felt emotional.

Familiar yet unfamiliar faces flashed past his eyes. The world had changed. However, there would always be someone playing the same role, and there would always be endless struggles.

Ye Xun stared at Jiang Changsheng and frowned. Although he could not see through Jiang Changsheng's strength, he was not tricked by his youth.

Everyone looked up at them.

Yang Zhou hid behind four male disciples and asked in a low voice, "Shall we make a bet? How about the loser wash the three winners' clothes for half a year?"

The four disciples turned around and looked at him. One of them asked, "How do you want to bet?"

"There's no point in betting on victory. The Dao Ancestor will not lose. Plus, if he loses, we will be doomed either way. So, let's bet on how long the other party can last under the Dao Ancestor. How about we set a time for each of us?"