Chapter 1742: Tooting Each Other’s Horn
“You dare doubt me, old fart?”
The Thousand-headed Demonic Serpent yelled angrily, “You would just this gentleman with your mean heart? Do you think I am you, a despicable, shameless, petty, narrow-minded, vindictive flake who—”
“Ahem hem hem!” The old man hurriedly interrupted the Thousand-headed Demonic Serpent. “My disciple is still here, little serpent! Give me some face!”
“Heh! Face? You want face?”
The Thousand-headed Demonic Serpent scoffed, “You haven’t had one since ages ago! Forget the skin, even the flesh of your face is all gone!”
“In ancient times, who doesn’t know that you are a mean, despicable—mm! Mmmmf!”
Before the Thousand-headed Demonic Serpent could finish, the old man pointed at him and silenced him instantly. The Stranger could not say another word despite its struggles.
The old man then turned around and looked at Ye Qing. “Are you my disciple?”
Ye Qing hurriedly bowed to the old man. “Disciple Ye Qing greets you, master.”
That’s right. The old man before him was none other than the Earthly Sovereign—or more accurately, a wisp of the Earthly Sovereign’s consciousness.
“Good, good. Stand!”
The Earthly Sovereign pulled Ye Qing to his feet and examined him smilingly. “Not bad. Not bad at all. As expected of my disciple!”