"I'm almost fifty, and you're only seventeen, I can't compare to you." Seeing that Xie Tian did not sit, the middle-aged Xie Wudi smiled, "So we won't fight this match."
Xie Tian suppressed the fear in his heart and calmly asked, "The path you arranged three thousand years ago, do you change it so casually?"
"The me from three thousand years ago, I didn't expect my heir to be so formidable." Xie Wudi's face was full of unreserved admiration and relief.
Xie Tian smiled slightly, but didn't bow, and after sitting down, he asked, "Xie Wudi, are you really dead?"
"Dead." To such a question, Xie Wudi was not surprised, sighing with emotion, "Died under the Small Heaven Opening Tribulation of the Heavenly Dao."
"So now you're merely a residual soul surviving?" Xie Tian asked again.
