C442 Cultivator

After leaving the third-floor hall, Ye Dazhi carried Ye Sicong's body and swiftly ducked into a private cabin on the yacht. Once the door was shut, he tossed Ye Sicong's lifeless form onto the floor as if discarding a dead dog, then pulled out a handkerchief to mop the sweat beading on his forehead.

"How formidable is Su Hao?" Ye Dazhi inquired, struggling to contain the unease within him