The fats on the fat priest's face shook a little before he spoke in a soft voice, "Have you forgotten about that Zenith Sword from back then?"
At the mention of the Zenith Sword, the countenance of the man—who was referred to as Tuan Zi—changed, and his entire body started to swell up like a sphere. He seemed to have recalled the Divine Sword that defeated them and caused them to flee in a sorry state 1,000 years ago.
Tuan Zi exhaled and said, "Things are now different from back then. The White Emperor Zenith Sword has been split into three, and there are no longer amazing talents like Adam and the Formidable Divine King. It's the best time chance for us to make our move."
