บท 563: Chapter 397: Whose Blood is the Sick Blood?_3

It was then that he finally managed to read the inscription on the stele.

It was indeed written in Chinese.

"No one is a darling of the heavens, who can sing all the way in life!? I used my youth to cultivate, but I am unable to see the results. If I do not become immortal, it will all end in nothingness. I act as a beacon for the Heavenly Emperor, suppressing the world's enemies, but where are these supposed enemies?! Alas!! I have already become immortal..."

The text was slightly sloppy, becoming even more extravagant towards the end, as if the author was rushed for time or as if his mood was rising alongside his words, he didn't even care about keeping the script neat.

And at the base of these ancient characters, laid another slogan -

Heavenly Emperor, Ye, Stay!

"Heavenly Emperor Ye? Could this mean...Ye Fan's heart?!"

Jiang Hui took a deep breath, his gaze somewhat dazed and astonished.

He wasn't sure, because if this was true, it would imply many unimaginable things.