"It has indeed been many years since we last met."
Yinyang Potian glanced at the Demon Soul, unfazed, and said, "I didn't expect you had stepped into the Half-Immortal Realm."
Mo Yun approached with a calm smile, "Brother Yinyang, there has been no enmity between us, nor any conflict between the Soul-Devouring Sect and your Yin Yang Family. The Soul-Devouring Sect has never killed any of your clan members."
"I have always regarded Brother Yinyang as a friend. I really don't understand why your Yin Yang Family would strike."
"'Friend' is not quite the word," Yinyang Potian replied mildly, "Sect Leader Mo Hun, don't think that I don't know what you are up to—aren't you after the Ancient Power of our Yin Yang Family?"
Mo Hun's deep, old eyes flashed with a barely perceptible cold light as he smiled faintly, "So, Brother Yinyang, are you determined to become an enemy of our Soul-Devouring Sect? Pity, you can't stop me."
With those words spoken,
