He is before me.
He is above.
The little boy sits calmly, cross-legged, the gray bleakness in the three eyes on his forehead flowing unceasingly,
His tone slow and profound, carrying an indescribable aura of authority.
"You may call me, True Man."
True Man?
Hu Zhongli was startled; over the years, he had encountered numerous evil cults, but the will of a real Deity, he had never touched.
The title of True Man seemed to originate from the Taoist evil cult.
Hu Zhongli's heart pounded; could this be the 'Master' that the three-eyed child spoke of?
Lost in wild thoughts.
The 'boy' seemed to see through his thoughts, peacefully saying:
"I am but an attendant by the Celestial Venerate's side."
Celestial Venerate.
Attendant.
Hu Zhongli's lips trembled, suppressing immense pressure, he raised his head and glanced at the 'boy'.
He was indescribably high.
Like standing at the foot of a towering peak, looking up to see the summit piercing into the clouds;
