"May I sit down?"
The figure stood in front of Ye Xuan and inquired.
Hearing the familiar voice, Ye Xuan instinctively looked up and seriously stared at the figure, saying, "Yes."
"Hmm."
The figure was dressed in splendid attire, exuding an extraordinary aura. A sharp Frost Sword hung at the waist, radiating an imposing presence.
Without a doubt, the figure was none other than Ji Wubing!
As the top genius of the Ji Family, Ji Wubing had always been regarded as a prodigy.
Whenever he appeared, he undoubtedly became the center of attention.
At that moment, the dining hall of the S Temple suddenly buzzed with excitement.
Many monks were clearly surprised by Ji Wubing's sudden appearance.
The monks were left speechless and panic-stricken when they saw Ji Wubing sitting in front of a white-haired young man.
"That demon has actually come too?"
"You don't know? Yesterday, Master Kasyapa accepted the demon Ye as a disciple."
