Waiting, waiting.
No one knows how much time has passed, the river gently murmurs, yet still there is no response from the Ancient Saint.
Zhang Fusheng couldn't resist using his finger to write on the ground again.
[Are you still there?]
For a long time.
The soil slightly wriggled, and new characters emerged.
[I am here]
[I don't really want to answer that question]
[You should ask me about Divine Techniques... by the way, what is your name?]
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, thought for a while, and wrote down some words.
[Zhang Boyang]
He naturally couldn't give out his real name, who knows if there are some bizarre methods that could use it for spells?
This time.
There was another long silence.
In the sky, the radiance of the Six Ding Divine Fire quietly flowed, and the flawless souls in suspension crawled before the reaching-heavens divine statue,
The soil wriggled.
[That is not your name]
