Bab 1712: Hundred Battles Arena

The old man drank a mouthful of tea and said calmly, "Heh, letting a youth with emperor surmounting aura owe this old man a big favor, this old man is naturally willing. It's just too bad that this old man's strength falls short of my wishes!"

Ye Yuan had a look of despair. He did not expect that it was actually such a result in the end.

"Pavilion Lord, could it be that … there's no way at all?" Ye Yuan said unwillingly.

The old man passed another cup of tea over and said with a smile, "Slowly drink, don't be in a rush."

Ye Yuan's gaze turned intent, discovering that he somewhat lost composure.

"Thank you, Pavilion Lord!"

He received the tea and took a light sip. A bitter and astringent to the extreme harshness taste instantly filled his mouth.

But very soon, faint sweetness revealed in the bitterness, penetrating into the abdomen, transmitting into all four limbs and the bones.