"Mr. Kong, is it alright for you to scold them like that? It is said that saints will sense when they are scolded."
Kong Xuan raised his head and looked at the roof of the Scripture Pavilion. He smiled and said, "Of course. However, your scripture pavilion can conceal the secrets of the heavens. Once you enter here, everything you say will be separated from the Heavenly Dao. Even if I call them names and curse, it will be fine!"
As he spoke, he sighed and said, "At first, I thought that you were a saint's chess piece. Now, it seems that you are probably the Dao Ancestor's chess piece. If my guess is correct, the next time the Heavens and Earth meet with a calamity, you will probably become the person who will stir up the Heavens and Earth. Just like Jiang Ziya in the process of ascending to godhood."
"Huh?" Lu Ping's face was full of confusion.
Was he Hong Jun's chess piece?
What the hell?
Was this a mistake?
