One beneath the earth, one at the pinnacle of the sky.
Feng Zhongzui did not believe he was the one beneath the earth; he was a master among masters and held himself high as he spoke:
"Go, go now!"
Xiao Wanfeng shook his head slightly, disappointedly saying, "Flower Moon Tower is far from the Ghost Buddha Realm, not just the eighty hundred thousand miles Lord Shou mentioned, perhaps the eighty hundred thousand realms' roads are remote. Can you run?"
Feng Zhongzui waved his hand: "Lift the sedan chair!"
"Ghost Buddha Realm already has Saint Stage ghosts appearing; if Lord Shou lifts your sedan chair, you might remain safe."
"Brother Xiao, are you joking? That is Lord Shou! I would want, hahaha..."
"Feng Zhongzui, you're the one who started the joke, aren't you?" Xiao Wanfeng's gaze was cold, "Lift the sedan chair to Ghost Buddha Realm, do you think Ghost Buddha Realm is also run by Flower Moon Tower?"
Feng Zhongzui fell silent.
He turned his head, gazing northward.
