Emperor Haotian's expression was somewhat heavy, he watched the young Daoist Lord emerging from the mist with a look of uncertainty.
For some reason.
Compared to before, Emperor Haotian felt that the person before him now seemed to have become more unfathomable.
"I didn't expect the Daoist Lord to still be alive; it's truly a great joy."
Despite feeling a bit tense inside, at least on the surface, Emperor Haotian maintained a calm and composed demeanor.
He looked Lin Heng up and down, seemingly trying to discern any injuries or fatigue from the battle, but found nothing, which made him increasingly puzzled and curious:
"I don't know how the Daoist Lord managed to escape the entanglement with that Candle Dragon?"
Lin Heng didn't hide it and responded casually, "I once chanced upon the lost eyes of the Candle Dragon. After returning those eyes, it no longer troubled me."
