In the end, grandfather died at the hands of the Evil God, and that person... aligned himself with the Evil God!
How could Huang Wenqi not feel furious about it?
Nangong Wuji merely shook his head in a sigh, "We can know a person's face, but not his heart. We have no idea what he really wants to do.
But he definitely intends to summon the True God, we must hurry up to awaken the Ancient God Yuan, otherwise... when the True God descends, we will not stand a chance."
Elsewhere, the man in the black robe who had been pursuing Wang Wenqi had entered a dilapidated courtyard, his identity concealed beneath the dark fabric, leaving his face a mystery.
Standing before him was a repulsively ugly man.
"Master." The ugly man, akin to a rat from the sewers, had just returned from the red-light district, reeking of cheap rouge and powder.
The man in the black robe frowned: "How is the situation with the new gods in Fei Huang City at the moment?"
