Zhang Fusheng quietly accepted the invitation, holding it meant that the Old Master owed him a great favor—and it must be repaid.
This is one of the fundamental doctrines of the Ancient Saint Sect.
"Then let the Master come with us," Zhang Fusheng said lightly.
"However, isn't the identity of a Celestial Human too conspicuous?"
As he spoke, he pointed to himself—indicating he had already shed the Ox Demon form.
The Old Master suddenly understood, and his form transformed into an unremarkable old man, with his eyes still fixed on Wei Lingzhu:
"Bodhisattva... no."
"Mister, please lead the way."
He said this while slightly lowering his hands, resembling an old butler.
Zhang Fusheng squinted.
A Celestial Human, who willingly lowered his status to such an extent??
He did not think the Old Master acted this way due to fear of the Strong King Bodhisattva he mentioned casually,
or the strand of will beside Miss Mingyue.
After all,
