"What did you say?"
Ye Wudao's eyes bulged out in shock, his face filled with disbelief; "You, you are the true master of this cave dwelling?"
"Hehe, that's right, brat, no need to be so surprised," the elderly man in green robes with white hair said with a wry smile, even though he was shackled in chains.
"Senior, how did you end up in such a state? You're a grand Martial Artist in the Spirit Transformation Realm!" Ye Wudao's eyes were filled with confusion.
The old man in green robes with white hair suddenly lifted his sharp eyes, staring intently at Ye Wudao; "Brat, how do you know about the Spirit Transformation Realm?"
In Wudao Zi's view, Ye Wudao was merely an ant at the false saint level of the sixth rank!
He hadn't even entered the path of cultivation!
How could he know of the existence of a grand Martial Artist in the Spirit Transformation Realm...
