Hearing Xuan Ye's icy voice, Ah Dai felt a chill in his heart. Nonetheless, he gathered up the courage to ask: "Xuan Ye… Priest, I wanted to ask, is Yue Yue okay now?"
Xuan Ye's brows furrowed, swiftly turning around, his eyes releasing a sharp glimmer. Under his domineering gaze, Ah Dai couldn't help but lower his head. Xuan Ye said with contempt: "My daughter is fine, she doesn't need your concern. Ah Dai, remember this, my daughter is different from you. She's now focused on cultivating Holy Magic. I don't want her disturbed. Once your injuries are healed, please leave the Pope's court as soon as possible. Rest assured, I haven't forgotten the five-year agreement set by the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang. When the time comes, we'll see if you can actually defeat me." Finished speaking, he walked away without turning his head.