The white haired old man and the others had gloomy expressions on their faces when they heard Yang Ye.

The old man stared at Yang Ye, “Do you realize what you’re saying?”

Yang Ye looked the old man in the eyes, “Do you need me to repeat myself?”

Snowy was his reverse scale. Since the old man wanted Snowy’s soul to be made into an equipment spirit, he would naturally not be nice to the old man.

The white haired old man didn’t spear further. He raised his ...