In the courtyard.
The Divine Sword Immortal Emperor stared at the mark on Ye Feng's palm, silent for a long time, his expression increasingly complex.
"I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would see this mark again."
The Divine Sword Immortal Emperor shook his head and sighed.
Ye Feng lowered his hand.
In the courtyard, both parties were silent.
The gentle breeze caressed, and the leaves rustled.
Only when the tea in the cup became completely cold did the Divine Sword Immortal Emperor speak, "So the Spirit Heavenly Immortal is the true backer behind Sect Master Ye. No wonder your Misty Sect could grow to this scale in just ten short years."
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng was taken aback.
However, he did not explain.
Being misunderstood in this way by the Divine Sword Immortal Emperor was actually quite beneficial for the Misty Sect.
