"I had nothing better to do, so I've pretty much seen it all,"
The Death God glanced at Ye Xiaofei, his attitude had softened quite a bit; he had no choice, as the latter's strength was simply too overwhelming. If he didn't stay on his guard, he probably could be killed.
"Alright, now sit cross-legged on the ground, and I'll pass on the skill to you."
Ye Xiaofei took a look at the Death God. Over the next two weeks, his goal was to enhance his power, and the strength of the ancestral witch was indeed mighty. As long as he managed to handle this fellow properly and coupled it with cultivation, he might just succeed.
"Hmm."
The Death God nodded profoundly, seated himself cross-legged on the ground, and started forming hand seals, waiting for Ye Xiaofei to impart his techniques.
About ten minutes later, Ye Xiaofei took out the Seven-colored Butterfly and then transmitted the skills to the Death God.