Zhang Jing said with a smile.
"My dear nephew, you worry too much. With your uncle here, you won't even get the chance to become a ghost," Wuyin sneered, then added with interest, "However, since we've met, feel free to ask anything you like."
"How did uncle precisely find my location in the vast River of Cosmos?"
"That..."
Wuyin, the Earth Immortal, pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
"It's of no significance for you to know, nephew. It's better not to ask too much."
"Just now, uncle said that I could ask anything I wanted, and now you show this kind of duplicity? Being an Earth Immortal of such standing, wouldn't it be laughable if word got out?"
Zhang Jing provocatively said.
If he was going to die this time, then so be it; he could quickly revive using common experience points.
But he wouldn't die for nothing.
