Yang Ye looked up, and he saw an old man there.

The old man wore a Daoist’s robe, held a horsetail whisk, and had a grin on his face. Besides that, he emanated a transcendent aura.

It was none other than the Dao Progenitor!

The old man in Daoist’s robes!

Yang Ye calmed down when he saw the old man, and then he walked over and bowed respectfully. It was a sincere bow.

The Dao Progenitor gazed at Yang Ye and grinned, “You’ve grown fast.”

Yang Ye ...