The shock in his eyes was not perceived by Han Yi, for the gap between their Realms was simply too vast, and without Qin Yi's willingness, Han Yi naturally could not detect it.
"Han Yi pays his respects to the Emperor!" Han Yi bowed with clasped hands.
Whether it was the Supreme Order or the status and Realm of Qin Yi, both warranted his respectful greeting.
Qin Yi nodded slightly, "I know you."
"Who would have thought that in just a few decades, you have already advanced to the Spirit Transformation Level Realm, and moreover, have completely mastered a Sword Way Immortal Skill."
"Not bad, not bad at all."
Qin Yi looked at Han Yi, his gaze falling on the ash-white glow enveloping him, and his eyebrows furrowed once more.
He had not scrutinized this protective light closely just now, assuming it was ordinary, but the first reaction that flashed in his mind when Han Yi turned around was not to draw his sword, but to activate this protective glow.