"Guo Xiang..."
Even Zhang Sanfeng, with his composed mind, was slightly distracted upon hearing Tao Yu's words, but he quickly regained his composure and gave Tao Yu a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
"You lad, are you really the thirty-first Sect Hierarch of the Ming Cult?"
"Real deal, no fakes, but I come from beyond that world."
Tao Yu smirked.
The enigmatic dialogue between the two also slightly moved Shi Feixuan and the others.
Another world, fairy mountains overseas?
Only Ning Daoqi's eyes showed a hint of a different expression as he said,
"This poor Taoist has been feeling disturbed lately, sensing changes in the world, yet not knowing the cause. The words of the real person, Zhang, last time seemed to indicate something; I wonder if you could resolve my confusion."
The work on the Tujue side is still going quite well, and since the Central Plains has become a pot of porridge, indeed, there's hardly anyone who has the energy to go there to find out more.
