"Changle Immortal Monarch?" Li Ye approached and inquired.
"Hmm, little Plague... I mean, Ninth Champion. Finally, we meet. Although I have seen you many times, it should be your first time seeing me." Changle Immortal Monarch turned back, revealing a pale, lazy, smiling face.
Indeed, he was an extremely handsome man, with a gentle and mild temperament, embodying both the elegance of a scholar and the transcendence of a Taoist.
Well, if he hadn't almost blurted out words like "Plague God" just now, his image as an aloof sage would have been more convincing.
As an Immortal, as a noble predecessor of human civilization, how could he call a junior like this? It's outrageous!
"What's wrong?" Changle Immortal Monarch laughed, "Are you not satisfied with my image? Small matter, I also have a fairy identity..."
While speaking, his body blurred for a moment, transforming into a beautiful and graceful white-robed female Immortal.
