Ye Xuan watched Zhou Zihuang leave with a calm expression. He withdrew his gaze and landed on the throne in the center of the high platform in the palace.

The entire throne is made of pieces of supreme black immortal gold.

But because it has been abandoned for a long time, and the black fairy gold looks ordinary and plain, it looks like an ordinary black seat, nothing special.

Ye Xuan knew very well that this black fairy gold was very rare and a good treasure for forging real weapons.

It's just that with his current strength, he still can't forge a real weapon.

And even if there were, he would not touch the throne.

In any case, he is the master of Emperor Lietian. Although his current strength is humble, he is not so poor that he wants to touch his disciple's throne.

"Don't think that I don't know. When I returned to the old land of the Buried Emperor to suppress the physical body, you must have quietly followed Xuanyuan and those guys in behind. But the strength of the Lord Buried Emperor is something you can't resist.

…”

Ye Xuan looked at the throne made of black immortal gold, his eyes wandering, but he was secretly blaming it in his heart.

"I said that when I come out of seclusion, everything will go according to the plan, but you just didn't obey me."

Ye Xuan felt both guilty and distressed.

Those little guys are passionate and they only believe in the black and white in their own minds.

Because of this, they would do such reckless things.

Even lost his life.

"When I reach the top again, I will bring you back." Ye Xuan withdrew his gaze and said firmly in his heart.

No one knows what Ye Xuan is thinking.

Even if I know it, I still don’t know what it means.

Those little guys in Ye Xuan’s heart.
Chapter completed!