"You, are you trying to stop me?"
Chen Yuan asked seriously.
The murky eyes of the Holy Ancestor looked at Chen Yuan, flashing a hint of sharpness.
Then, they reverted to an aged and feeble appearance as he slowly shook his head and gasped:
"I've lived for thousands of years. Coming out of seclusion this time, I can no longer seal myself away, and it seems I don't have much time left to live. If I were to fight with you, regardless of the outcome, I wouldn't survive."
"However, if you're thinking about killing Nanmen Yu, you should consider the consequences."
"I may not like this boy very much, but his father, my nephew, is much stronger than I am."
"He's in the prime of his life, brimming with Qi-Blood. With your strength, if you don't use your full power, you stand no chance of winning."
"But, considering your current state, you likely don't dare to fully exert yourself, do you?"
