The Young Great Saint

The old man looked up to see scholar Feng Jian, his face was calm, as if he had seen an old friend.

"It has been long indeed," the old man smiled.

"What are you doing my friend? Are you that bored of the human realm?" Feng Jian asked as he looked at Chu Yu.

The old man nodded, "I'm bored to death, I've got to do something to entertain myself.".

"Like refining your own divine army?" Feng Jian questioned.

The old man nodded his head.

Feng Jian looked over at Chu Yu, "He's inherited my techniques…".

"But he is mine. He's just lucky to have obtained your approval," the old man smiled.

"You're still the same as before," Feng Jian sighed.

"The same goes for you, you're still as detestable as ever!" the old man said.

The fire surrounding Chu Yu became more intense.

The flame was not burning his flesh, his veins and blood were all unharmed, so was his soul.

The flame was burning his emotions!

His feelings!

When they were all gone, Chu Yu would become an instrument.