"Already caught up so quickly?"

Ye Beichen shook his head with a cold smile, "You've got quite the nose like a dog!"

Baili Zhenrong raised his right hand, his wrist severed at the root, "Ye Beichen, not only do I have the grudge of my son, but now also the grudge of a lost arm!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his old face twisted to the extreme, "I truly don't know what path you have left to live, truly!"