"I've heard of it!"
A calm voice slowly rose within the icy Main Hall, as if ripples were spreading across a still lake.
Zhou Dao's expression was blank, yet his inner breath had already turned into towering waves.
Who was being hinted at here? Could it be that Master Disaster had detected something amiss?
But faced with such a question, Zhou Dao could only brazen it out and say he had heard of it.
After all, the name of the Primordial King resonated throughout the world, with even the tender shoots who had just stepped onto the cultivation path having heard of it.
If he hadn't heard of it, that would have been truly suspicious.
"Primordial King Zhoudao... the son of another Primordial King..." Master Disaster murmured in a solemn voice, his profound eyes brimming with a hint of reminiscence.
Yesterday's brilliance seemed to have become today's reality.
That man, even after many years since his death, still seemed omnipresent, constantly influencing the world.
