Mystic Calculation Divine Lord flew down beside Cheng Yao, his brows knitted tightly. He took out a pale golden pill and fed it to Cheng Yao.
"Let this junior take care of Fairy Cheng!"
Wang Ruyan volunteered at once. If Cheng Yao had not divined for Wang Changsheng, the Thunder Tribulation would never have been drawn down.
There had been nine bolts of tribulation lightning, two of them Eight-Colored Divine Lightning. Fortunately, Cheng Yao had survived. Otherwise, Wang Changsheng would have been in serious trouble.
Mystic Calculation Divine Lord nodded and let Wang Ruyan take Cheng Yao away to rest.
"No one is allowed to spread what happened today. Otherwise, there will be no mercy."
Ye Xuanji spoke coldly.
If this matter got out, it might not be a good thing for Wang Changsheng. His enemies could kill him before he had a chance to grow.
"Little Friend Wang, come with me. I have something to ask you."
Mystic Calculation Divine Lord spoke amiably, his attitude having undergone a major change.
Wang Changsheng answered and followed Mystic Calculation Divine Lord and Ye Xuanji to a small courtyard.
"Little Friend Wang, what cultivation realms have your nephews, sons, uncles, and other relatives reached?"
Mystic Calculation Divine Lord asked politely.
"My uncles and elders have all passed away. My sons and nephews are all in the Body Integration Realm. Why do you ask?"
Wang Changsheng asked curiously.
He thought of Wang Mingren. The Lizard Race had opened a passage to the Netherworld, and a Nether Race cultivator had come through. That cultivator looked remarkably like Wang Mingren. Could it be related to him?
But judging by the time he had spent cultivating, that person could not possibly be Wang Mingren. He merely looked like him.
"Are you certain?"
Mystic Calculation Divine Lord's