The hall was dark and solemn.
Millennia upon millennia...
Zhang Fusheng's brow twitched violently. A Grandmaster and an Influential Grandmaster, though longer-lived than ordinary people, would only live up to two hundred years!
Millennia upon millennia.
How long has this woman been alive to have lived until now??
No wonder her attire and mannerisms exude an ancient charm...
She is undoubtedly more than just an Influential Grandmaster. No wonder she dares to plot pulling down the God of Plague!
A faint smile curled at the corners of Mingyue's mouth, suddenly turning cold.
A strand of aura abruptly enveloped Zhang Fusheng, pressing down on him with a force far surpassing that of Shi Zhengyuan from before!
The key is that when he first faced Old Shi, he was merely a Third or Fourth Refinement minor martial artist. Now, he had reached the Thirteenth Refinement, nearing the level of a Martial Arts Master!
This woman is far stronger than Old Shi.
"Let me ask you this."
