"It is the soon-to-be reinstated Lord of Zhongji City—Senior, surely you understand better than I what kind of entity the Lord of the Middle Pole is."
"After all, you just used His name in vain."
Each word and sentence echoed through the Taiping Taoist Temple, as Zhang Fusheng was first taken aback and silent,
then, amidst the puzzled glances of others, burst into loud laughter.
The laughter was deafening and reverberated endlessly.
For a long time.
Zhang Fusheng took a breath, stared at the Taiping Daoist Lord, and spoke plainly:
"So, the last resort left by Sun Monkey is the Central Pole Sect Leader?"
The Taiping Daoist Lord was taken aback, shook his head, and said:
"I don't know, maybe not."
"But surely someone will enter Zhongji City to take charge of the entire Netherworld—whoever enters will be the one the Lord spoke of."
The Taiping Taoist Temple fell back into a deathly stillness; Zhuge Yuyi and Sima Shi dared not breathe heavily,
