“Why Are You Waiting for me?”Meng Jingtian asked the black-robed old man after a moment of hesitation.
“I’m waiting for you to take revenge for the Heavenly Dao sect,”the old man replied coolly, casting a glance at Meng Jingtian.
There was no hatred or excitement. What was left behind was not the old man himself, but a bit of his remnant soul. The anger and excitement contained within that remnant soul had been completely wiped out by time.
Just as he said, he had been waiting for a very long time.
“It seems to be a mission,”Meng Jingtian thought to himself.
“I heard that the Heavenly Dao sect was destroyed by the Rahu Divine Hall. Now, everything has changed. In the blink of an eye, the Rahu Divine Hall has already perished,”Meng Jingtian replied.
“Although the Rahu Divine Hall has already perished, the fiend ancestor Rahu is still alive. He is still lurking in the divine hall, waiting for an opportunity to strike,”said the old man as he shook his head.
