Inside the room.
With no outsiders present, the old Taoist bowed to Ye Xuan, "Zhang Qingfeng, pays respects to Emperor Ye!"
Ye Xuan nodded slightly, motioning for Zhang Qingfeng to sit down and talk.
Zhang Qingfeng sat opposite Ye Xuan, his old face full of emotion: "Unconsciously, it's been ninety thousand years."
"The events of that year were due to my involvement, I'm afraid." Ye Xuan said slowly.
Zhang Qingfeng shook his head and waved his hand: "You can't say that. If it weren't for Emperor Ye's assistance back then, how could I, Zhang Qingfeng, have the reputation of Dragon Tiger Mountain's Heavenly Master Dao spread throughout the Xuanhuang Great World."
Ye Xuan shook his head: "That's a different matter. I promised you that this time I will let Dragon Tiger Mountain produce an Emperor."
Ye Xuan smiled broadly, looking at Zhang Qingfeng, and said slowly: "You also have a great chance."
