The root of chaos, the guiding hand of death... It was definitely the machinations of the Blood World Pearl at work.
"Can that old Dao see us through the Apricot Realm?" Jin Ren asked.
The spirit of the Dragon Apricot decisively shook its head, then after a pause, shook it again, this time with a slight movement.
"He can't?" Jin Ren hoped.
"I don't know." The spirit of the Dragon Apricot was honest; it couldn't understand the mysterious ways of that human.
"Then you might as well not speak!" Jin Ren felt like the Dragon Apricot's words were just hot air, useful for nothing but stench. He turned to the all-knowing Li Fugui.
"Uh, Lord Shou, you're putting me in a tight spot here..." Li Fugui hesitated for a moment, then carefully said:
"Perhaps Hallmaster Dao did indeed sense someone spying."
"But the power of the Divine Sorcerer lies in preparation. He should have seen it in the Shengshen Continent."
