"You!"
Pixiu's soul hated Ye Xuan immensely, wishing to devour his flesh and blood, making Ye Xuan die miserably.
If Ye Xuan really dared to release it, it would undoubtedly tear Ye Xuan to pieces!
Daring to play with it like this was simply unforgivable.
As the ninth son of a True Dragon, Pixiu did not shed a single tear when it fell, nor did it ever admit defeat.
A True Dragon is not to be insulted!
But now, Ye Xuan kept teasing it again and again; how could it not be furious?
"There's no need for you to be angry. I'm leaving now! In a few days, many will want to release you."
Ye Xuan chuckled a few times and said.
"What do you mean?"
Pixiu's soul was immediately stunned, feeling surprised, and questioned.
"Just what it sounds like."
Ye Xuan let out a chuckle and said simply.
Those Ancient Sects seem to know the ancient myth and even know that the ninth son of a True Dragon, Pixiu, is sealed within Qimen Dunjia.
