Yang Ye pressed his sword against the Buddhist Progenitor’s forehead while staring at the latter, “What do you mean?”

The Buddhist Progenitor said, “What we killed that day wasn’t his true body. No, I should say that he cultivated a clone, so unless all of them are killed, he isn’t truly dead. According to my knowledge, one of his clones still exists.”

Yang Ye asked, “Where is it?”

The Buddhist Progenitor looked Yang Ye in the eyes, “Let me ...