"Brother Ye, how do you find this gift?"
Old Demon Beimang casually tossed the Tongming Sect Leader at Ye Xuan's feet, his face adorned with a gentle smile, as if he and Ye Xuan were old friends.
"Thank you, Old Brother Beimang. If it weren't for your intervention, this person would have indeed been troublesome." Ye Xuan chuckled, bowing politely to Old Demon Beimang in a similarly hypocritical manner.
"Ye Tian, you brat, Old Demon Beimang, neither of you will die a good death."
The Tongming Sect Leader coughed up blood profusely. He had suffered a fatal blow from Old Demon Beimang's sneak attack and had endured severe injuries through a tough battle. At this moment, his cultivation had plummeted, making him no match for Ye Xuan and Old Demon Beimang.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
