Getting Slapped!

Ye Yuan looked at Hegemon Cloudmount and sighed as he said, "Senior Cloudmount, just what do you want before you're willing to give up?"

Cloudmount grinned and said, "Very simple, a competition! If you win, this seat will leave right away! If I win, you'll be this seat's disciple obediently! Otherwise, heh heh …"

Cloudmount looked toward Zuo Chen with an unfriendly expression, while the latter's beck shrank back.

Why am I always the one getting hurt?

"A-Ancestor, making Ye Yuan compete with you, this is too bullying!" Zuo Chen could not resist saying.

Cloudmount snorted coldly and said, "Would this seat bully a measly little Saint Sovereign Heaven? Kid, this seat will compete in Dao elucidation with you, the Dao elucidation of grade five heavenly medicines! As for what kind of heavenly medicines, feel free to choose!"

Cloudmount's domineering appearance really resembled Ye Yuan a little.