After speaking, he turned his head and curiously asked, "You seem to have unfinished karma with him?"
The Formless Ancestor was stunned for a moment, gazing quietly at the young man in front of him for a long time before suddenly asking, "Then did you devour it after the Ice Mirror Soul Threshold battle?"
The air suddenly became quiet, like the string of a powerful bow pulled to the extreme.
A sudden burst of laughter broke the atmosphere.
Song Yan laughed heartily, poured another cup of wine, and pointed to the Formless Ancestor across from him, saying, "Just a few jokes, and I knew I couldn't fool you. Come, come, beauties should not be disappointed, and neither should fine wine..."
The Formless Ancestor's body tensed. At such a close distance, he could already feel the opponent's terrifying nature.
If the other party were truly a Celestial Demon, he would definitely have a chat, but Song Yan was definitely not.
"Run! Run to the Soul Threshold! Don't look back!"
