The eighth seat, what kind of divine being is it really?
All the seats were shocked; the lord she spoke of had once played chess and stood side-by-side with the Great Celestial Venerate?
In bewilderment, they heard the Celestial Venerate speak in a low voice:
"For the present, it is not yet time for their return—nor even mine."
Tears welled up in Miss Ming Yue's eyes as she heavily knocked her head:
"Tao Ancestor, Great Lord, this little child understands..."
The Celestial Venerate chuckled and said:
"You are of unknown age yourself, from the old world until now, your lord has worried much for you, why do you still cry like a little girl of a few thousand years?"
"Even though you are no longer who you originally were."
Zhang Fusheng cleverly measured his words, and the expressions he uttered were ambiguous, open to interpretation,
while the seats in the Taoist Palace had already been rendered completely speechless at the moment.
No.
