Ji Zhi congealed his spirit and gathered his Qi. Making use of his Time Dao, he slowly opened his eyes, and with his profound gaze, he traced back in time.
"You're making such a fuss to show a few days ago, for a moment I thought you were about to revisit the history of two to three hundred years back," Jiang Li was at a loss for words.
Ji Zhi carelessly opened his eyes and said sternly, "Do you or do you not understand the mood?"
With Jiang Li's interruption, the ambiance was ruined. Ji Zhi also abandoned the formalities, blinked his eyes, and saw how Xiang Gu summoned the Heavenly Demon from another world.
"It was a man named Xiang Gu who summoned it, that's what he said."
Ji Zhi had a difficult time imitating the jumbled and incomprehensible words, one at a time.
"Are these unspoken languages the language of Heavenly Demons? Immortal, what do you think?" In the annals of Jiuzhou, the Heavenly Demons were only able to "roar" and "grunt," they hadn't made any other sounds.
