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But on the other hand, under the manipulation of Feng Mei and others from Ye Wudao's Jiemie Sect, they kept clarifying things for Ye Wudao, which made the elders of the Southern Sect very embarrassed.

Whenever he sent resources, he would look strange and hesitate to speak.

One day, Ye Wudao felt that the beast tide was coming, and after many disciples and Jiemie Sect, Feng Mei and others were ready, they met with the elders of the Southern Sect again.

"Senior, there is no need to send resources. I will see if I can seize some spoils next time and exchange them with you."

Ye Wudao said solemnly: "The resources sent before are all considered as borrowed by me."

"Borrowed?" The elder of the Southern Sect looked strange, with a trace of panic, and said carefully: "No need to be polite, Jiemie Tianxian, this is what my subordinates should do, but..."

"Just say it, I saw you hesitating these days, just say it directly." Ye Wudao sighed.

He also guessed what the elder of the Southern Sect wanted to say, so he was also prepared.

The Southern Elder nodded: "Okay, I just want to ask, can the Silent Sect stop spreading a rumor?"

"What rumor?"

"You deny that the Frost Queen is your Taoist partner." The Southern Elder sighed and said: "Master Tianxian, you must be cautious about this matter. The Frost Queen is the leader of our human race in this era."

Ye Wudao frowned: "Is she?"

Ye Wudao knew that the leader of the human race in this era should be like Xu Banhuang, but he was not very clear about Xu Banhuang's origin.

Frost Dance Fairy is very clear, because she is a human cultivator from a thousand years ago, in the late eternity of a thousand years, with terrifying talent. It's not bad to say that she is the first person in a thousand years.

And what about Xu Banhuang?

Unclear!

Xu Banhuang is still too mysterious, and Ye Wudao has had too few dealings with him.

"Let's not talk about this." Ye Wudao frowned and said, "Has the Southern Clan known about Xu Ling'er?"

Ye Wudao didn't believe that no one had investigated him after he became an eternal strongman. He was afraid that many people knew that Xu Ling'er was his wife.

But most people didn't know that Xu Ling'er's father was Xu Banhuang.

Since this Southern Clan elder was a half-step eternal strongman, he must have known what Xu Ling'er meant to him.

In addition to some tedious things these days, Ye Wudao was still looking for news about Xu Ling'er, but to no avail.

The Southern Clan elder's expression changed, pretending to be puzzled.

"Devil of Silence, I don't know who Xu Ling'er is. If you have any instructions, I can find someone named Xu Ling'er for you."

"Hehe." Ye Wudao smiled and waved his hand: "Okay, you are quite good at pretending to be stupid. Senior, you have worked hard these days. Please go back."

The elder of the Southern School did not understand and said awkwardly: "I have something else..."

"Please speak."

"Her Majesty the Queen is very angry." The elder of the Southern School said: "She asked me to take the initiative to tell you that the Devil Sect cannot spread those gossips, otherwise she will..."

"What will happen?"

"Personally trouble you."

"Stinky woman!" Ye Wudao was immediately angry and said: "Tell her that if she has anything to talk to me directly, why bother to find someone to pass the message, it's not something shameful."

"I have already said that I am not her Taoist partner, but she sticks to me like a sticky candy. I have nothing to do with her. Elder, please remember it."

The elder of the Southern School was stunned and completely confused.

Why does Ye Wudao act like a freeloader?

This is too overbearing. He was terrified just by hearing it.

Too scary!

The curse was so ugly.

He was tangled and hesitated: "Tianxian, can you be more tactful so that I can pass on the message. I don't want to..."

"I know what you mean. You don't want to offend her, right?" Ye Wudao smiled and pinched out a black bead out of thin air.

Now he is an eternal strong man, and it is not difficult to leave a sound in the material of the Nirvana Avenue that he made at will.