"It's you, Randeng!"
Jiang Chen's pupils constricted slightly, recognizing the origin of this middle-aged Taoist, it was indeed Master Randeng. Yes, Master Randeng, not Randeng the Ancient Buddha.
Within the inheritance of Emperor Xi, there were portraits of Master Randeng, and the person reflected in the mirror was virtually identical to those images.
"Well then, I wondered why I couldn't find the Sea Pacifying God Pearl, it turns out you quietly took it away."
Jiang Chen was somewhat angry, not expecting that Master Randeng, who was supposed to be "dead," would dare to intercept and get in his way, truly unaware of life and death.
"It seems you really wish to die."
