"Who disturbed the Ancestor Master Tomb?!"
Ye Xuan's expression was as still as water, his voice somewhat hoarse as he asked.
Yao Tianfeng awoke with a start, looking at the somber-faced Ye Xuan, he said in a deep voice, "What did you do?!"
"I asked you, who disturbed the Ancestor Master Tomb?!" Ye Xuan's voice grew even deeper, almost roaring, a touch of ferocity surfacing in his eyes.
Startled by Ye Xuan's roar, Yao Tianfeng gradually steadied his mind and frowned, "What are you talking about? I have been guarding this Ancestor Master Tomb for forty thousand years, and aside from you, no one has managed to forcefully enter it!"
Truth be told, Yao Tianfeng was already quite wary of Ye Xuan.
After waking up, he could recall the events that had just transpired.
This young man had subdued him instantly.
Feeling a profound weakness within the Holy Soul, Yao Tianfeng knew that this young man was definitely not as simple as he seemed!
