C52 Exile

Ye Mo was momentarily at a loss for words, hearing the roar that unmistakably came from his master, Ren Daoqian. A chuckle rose in his heart as he wondered why Ren Daoqian felt the need to shout so loudly.

"Yiheng! Are you dead? If not, give me a sign!"

Before Ye Mo could utter a response, the sound intensified, clearly infused with Soul Power. The sonic waves traveled for miles