That thick, cold voice, sounding as if it were emitted by an AI, rang out once more: "A few fledgling juniors, you have some tricks up your sleeves. I find myself increasingly looking forward to playing with you in person—"
Ye Zhixing flicked a talisman directly at the sound. The dark shadow immediately dissipated.
Shang Jingchen still remembered this voice; it was the same one they had heard in the side hall of Linghe Temple. It was the Evil Sovereign himself. That cunning old charlatan!
Chapter 547