Chancellor Demi-Immortal was like a wounded viper, willing to remain in hiding for as long as it took to land a single deadly bite onto Yang Qi. Unfortunately, the more time that went by, the less likely it seemed he would succeed. Yang Qi’s cultivation base continued to climb, and even his clone was beyond Chancellor Demi-Immortal’s ability to catch up to.

In his despair, the chancellor had already decided that he needed to seek outside help.

Gritting his teeth, he prepared to leave, but before he could, someone clicked their tongue.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the famous Chancellor Demi-Immortal, genius of cultivation. Unfortunately, you’re little more than a pitiful stray dog nowadays. You know, you could probably benefit from my help.”

“Who’s there?” Chancellor Demi-Immortal said, spinning around in shock to find someone hovering right in front of him.

It was a young man clad in yellow clothing, with a buzz cut. He seemed to be in good spirits, yet as he stared at the jade sphere that was the Sage Monarch Continent, his eyes...