"Don't be too disappointed," Qiuhuang said, trying to comfort Jian Wushuang when he noticed his disheartened expression. "That old guy was driven crazy by his identity as the Divine Craftsman Envoy. He's been trying to create Eternal Treasures every day, but in the end, he only managed to produce some imitations. Now, he's delusional enough to attempt rebuilding the Beast God Weapons. It's not a funny joke at all!"
But Jian Wushuang didn't share Qiuhuang's perspective.
The old man with the sheep's horns wasn't as pitiful as Qiuhuang portrayed him to be.
Jian Wushuang had no idea if the Beast God's consciousness resided in the Candle Dragon Wings. Perhaps Qiuhuang knew, or maybe it was the influential figure called 'Zhu Yi' who was aware.
For them, the Grand Yan Immortals, it was unlikely they had been given such a treasure. If there truly was a Beast God consciousness, they would have to let the Emperor contemplate it thoroughly.
