How many eyes in this world are watching me, Bazhun'an knows.
What kind of existence is behind, always watching and urging me, Hua Changdeng also knows.
The two focused on the front, ignoring what was behind.
Lingyu Mountain is gone.
The cup of wine on the Spirit Lake stone table that divided heaven and earth into black and white, a gift from Bazhun'an, struck a chord with Hua Changdeng.
"Handle..."
Everyone murmured, beginning to speculate what kind of handle Hua Changdeng had left in the hands of the Third Ancestor to willingly be this front runner.
After all, the Eighth Sword Deity would not make a baseless remark; he must have his considerations.
Hua Changdeng said nothing, his expression briefly changed before returning to calm.
The golden goblet before him was filled with wine, yet all people gave face to Bazhun'an, and he remained indifferent.
"How is it, Brother Hua, are you afraid I'll poison it?"
Bazhun'an laughed at his own words.
