Chapter 1743 - 50: Yan Nan’s Question, Yemo’s Answer [Extra - s for Gold Alliance Hierarch Wise Hai Chen 17 & 18]

Chapter 1743: Chapter 50: Yan Nan’s Question, Yemo’s Answer [Extra Chapters for Gold Alliance Hierarch Wise Hai Chen 17 & 18]

The ancient hall.

The space was very spacious.

Four chairs seemed to be placed casually without hierarchy.

Four people sat on those chairs.

But just these four people made it feel as if the entire hall was completely filled.

They didn’t deliberately showcase their momentum, but in Fang Che’s perception, each of these four people sat high above in the clouds.

Fang Che glanced over and saw two people he recognized. Sitting on the lower left, wearing black clothes, very thin.

Yet he didn’t appear thin. Seeing him was akin to seeing a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, bones filled the mountains.

A pair of eyes faintly looked at him.

It was none other than the White Bone Shattering Dream Spear, Duan Xiyang.

The person opposite Duan Xiyang, Fang Che also recognized, was the Vice Sect Master who presided over the Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, Bi Changhong.

Beside Duan Xiyang, a middle-aged man in white, hands tucked, leaned half-lying in the chair, his eyes on Fang Che’s face as if penetrating his heart.

But the presence of these three couldn’t cover the momentum of another person.

That man sat opposite Fang Che, high and mighty, his hair slightly graying, seemingly a bit aged.

Just looking at his face, he appeared like an ordinary sixty-year-old man, neither fat nor thin, of moderate build, but his momentum was as deep as the abyss.

Wearing a plain green robe, the fabric was ordinary, but just sitting there, he felt like the lord of all!

Even with people like Duan Xiyang and Bi Changhong present, this elder in green still gave the impression of holding heaven and earth, manipulating the winds and clouds in his hands!

Fang Che instantly guessed the identity of this person.

Besides that person, no one else in this world could exude such momentum.

And it was this person who spoke these words.

"Yemo, show your true self!"

Fang Che, without a moment’s hesitation, immediately removed his disguise and returned to his true self.

A wisp of white smoke rose from his body, turning a fierce, bearded muscular man into an elegant, handsome and stunning young prodigy.

Fang Che immediately knelt down, overwhelmed with fear and terror.

"Subordinate Yemo of the Yixin Sect, pays respect to the Vice Sect Master, pays respect to Duan Shouzuo."

Yan Nan said lightly: "Yemo, do you know who I am?"

"You are Vice Sect Master Yan."

Fang Che immediately replied.

"Who is beside me?" Yan Nan asked.

Fang Che’s mind flashed, his forehead touched the ground, and respectfully said: "If I am not mistaken, it should be the Grandmaster of my juniors... Vice Sect Master Bai."

Bai Jing’s expression changed slightly, his brows furrowed a bit.

Grandpa Ancestor.

These three words indicated Yemo’s wisdom, as he really guessed it right. They also conveyed respect and flattery.

But Bai Jing’s heart was inexplicably vexed.

Grandpa Ancestor... it reminded him of his elder son and eldest disciple.

He felt a natural resistance and aversion, instinctively wanting to shake it off. But Yemo indeed had potential.

Fang Che clearly felt when he uttered ’Grandpa Ancestor’, the atmosphere of that man in white dramatically changed, very distinctly, not even masking that sense of detachment.

Something stirred within him.

Immediately, he remembered Dongfang Sansan describing Bai Jing’s personality at Seven Pots of Tea.

Unfeeling!

Realized at once that his calling him Grandpa Ancestor was inappropriate.

But now, he had no solution.

Yan Nan said lightly, "Not a bad guess, Yemo, your mind works fast."

"Subordinate overstepped, first time... first time experience... subordinate is overwhelmed... if there’s any offense, please, please Vice Sect Master... grant punishment."

Fang Che said nervously.

This nervousness wasn’t an act. Indeed... anyone facing these four at once couldn’t help but be nervous!

Bai Jing said lightly: "Yemo, what is your true thought in your heart now?"

"Disciple... disciple is terrified, not knowing what to say, wanting to please, wanting the elders to like, wanting to show the perfect side, wanting to get recognized, but, not daring to do anything, not daring to say anything, moreover... simultaneously facing the elders... disciple is a bit unsure how to address, disciple now... is completely at a loss..."

Fang Che knelt on the ground, his body slightly trembling.

Being swept back and forth by these four forces, feeling as if his internal organs had been emptied again and again.

Although these four were just casually sweeping their Divine Sense without malicious momentum crashing over; but with Fang Che’s current cultivation caught in between, he truly couldn’t withstand!

If any of them intensified their momentum, what’s left in this hall would be a mess of flesh and blood.

Bai Jing said: "You can refer to yourself as subordinate."

"Yes, subordinate understands."

Fang Che sighed inwardly, it seemed the path to Bai Jing... really wasn’t easy. Moreover... it probably felt like he couldn’t rely on it now.

Bai Jing was silent for a while, then said: "You also know the sect affiliation, it belongs to my vein, I’d like to know, what does the lower realm think of me as their Grandmaster?"

This question left Fang Che momentarily dazed.

Even Yan Nan and Duan Xiyang were slightly stunned.

"This... disciple, sometimes hears from the master, is very admiring of Grandmaster. Extremely respectful..."

"Nonsense!"

Bai Jing scolded coldly: "Speak the truth."

Suddenly a wave of momentum, as solid as a mountain and sea, pressed down.

Fang Che, drenched in cold sweat, his entire body creaked under pressure, sweat cascaded from his forehead against the ground, instantly soaking a patch of the floor.