Boom!
The door shook open, and the rooster-combed old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He looked at Li Tianming with a chuckle. "Brother Tianming, could we speak somewhere private?"
"Please, come in." Li Tianming smiled as well, opening the door and letting him inside. Once he entered, Li Tianming shut the door, giving them a space alone together.
After watching the door close, the rooster-combed old man's grinning face gradually vanished, replaced by seriousness and solemnity. His eyes reddened slightly as he looked at Li Tianming, his voice bleak. "Li Tianming! The Divine Tomb Sacred Decree is still in your hands, isn't it?"
"The Divine Tomb Sacred Decree?" Li Tianming was slightly startled and shook his head. "Senior, I don't understand what you mean."
"Stop pretending! I know you!" The rooster-combed old man stared at him sternly. "Li Tianming, disciple of the Divine Tomb Cult branch in the Xuanting Universe Empire, a special beastmaster whose three lifebound beasts actually gave birth to their own Astral Realms!"
That sentence contained rather too much information, making Li Tianming's thoughts turn several times—especially that number, "three," which was quite thought-provoking.
"Kid!" The rooster-combed old man suddenly laughed and shoved Li Tianming's shoulder. "I personally sent your Divine Tomb Sacred Decree as a five-star disciple to Xuanting! Not only do I know your name, I've even seen your portrait. What are you pretending for?"
Three Astral Realm Clans, five-star disciple... All this showed that the rooster-combed old man was from the Divine Tomb Cult headquarters. That meant he was either the Divine Tomb Cult Master or War Maniac's contact. And the numbers "three" and "five" showed that neither the Divine Tomb Cult Master nor War Maniac had told him the truth.
No wonder he was only a five-star disciple. So they