Zhang Fusheng squinted his eyes slightly, this Fellow Daoist Donghuang... is not being honest.
Since the will of the head and the severed arm are connected, and he has escaped, why not inform me?
Indeed.
I myself am already within his calculations.
Zhang Fusheng pretended not to be aware, neither side breaking that thin layer of pretense,
He directly asked:
"The fellow daoist mentioned by Donghuang is?"
Donghuang's head exhaled:
"The True King of one of the four veins of the Biyou Palace."
"You dare to trust someone from Biyou Palace?"
"He is an incarnation of Di Jun!"
Zhang Fusheng's pupils contracted, Di Jun?
Di Jun, the original Celestial Emperor, the God of the most ancient era, perhaps one of the stronger among the Supreme Beings.
Donghuang's head gave a bitter smile and continued:
"It seems that Di Jun has probably sided with the Three Pristine Ones at some point."
Zhang Fusheng's thoughts spun rapidly:
