Why Would a Dying Man Talk so Much?

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Elder Sang tilted his head and cursed. His eyes were focused on the person who had just arrived. The corner of his lips curled up. "Old Brat Wuyue, long time no see. I miss you very much."

Gou Wuyue touched his sword, but his gaze skipped Elder Sang and landed on Xu Xiaoshou.

"Your disciple?"

"That's right," Elder Sang narrowed his eyes.

"I thought he was Bazhun'an's disciple."

"Then you're wrong."

Elder Sang laughed. Then he continued, "Bazhun'an wanted to snatch my disciple. Unfortunately, he couldn't do so."

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless.

Why didn't he know that he was so popular?

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."

Gou Wuyue groaned. Then, he asked, "Where's Yu Lingdi?"

He could feel the pure Fire-type Element here.

However, in the Great Path of Heaven and Earth, there wasn't even the slightest of Water-type Element. Even the Water-type Order in this space had been cut off.