Yang Ye slowly closed his eyes, placed his hands behind his back, and made it seem like he was an extraordinary expert as he spoke in a cold tone. “Where’s that little girl?”

The old man said, “I’ve trapped her in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. Let’s let her go after we’ve left, otherwise, she might become suspicious of you. Saint Liu Yun, quickly remove the seal on me. I’ve stayed in this place for over 10,000 years, and I really can’t take it anymore. I haven’t smelt fresh air for so long!”

Yang Ye heaved a sigh of relief in his heart upon hearing that. Fortunately, she’s fine.

He pondered deeply for a moment and said, “I’ve just fused with the memories of this body, and my memories are slightly damaged. So, I’ve forgotten some things. Why don’t you wait for me to recover completely before I remove the seal on you?”

The old man’s face sank, and he said, “Saint Liu Yun, are you thinking of going back on your word?”

Yang Ye said, “You should understand that while most of my soul was repaired, it wasn’t completely healed. I seized his body by force, and this kid possessed the Enlightened Sword...