"I don't know!" Zhang Decheng answered completely confused.
"Pfft... say that again?" The young man's face had already turned as black as a pot bottom.
"This disciple truly doesn't know!" Zhang Decheng said hopelessly.
"Do you think I have a head full of liquor? The Preaching Lineage doesn't preach, doesn't cast the embryonic form of the Immortal Dao Tradition, yet can reach this level? And you tell me you know nothing? Which one from the Hall of Transferring Power is it?" The young man asked, not believing a word of it.
"But this disciple truly doesn't know, no one was enough..." Zhang Decheng broke off, an idea occurring to him, his mind instantly returning to clarity.
He turned his hand over, pulling out his Identity Card.
Sure enough, inscribed on the record of the Cave Mansion application was the name shinning bright: Wang Zijia.
There was absolutely no concealment, as if simply picking up a water gourd!
