Kuntian Chen felt that all the wisdom of his life had erupted at this moment. He hurriedly said, "It's like this—I, I took a liking to a female ghost god here in the Divine Tomb Seat. She was smoking hot, and she was even a Violet-Blood Ghost Emperor named Zi Zhen, the master of that little red man, Li Tianming. I wanted to tie the knot with her, but that damn Moyu Jitian went and stole my love! He outranks me by one official rank and keeps making trouble for me at every turn. What rotten luck!"
After hearing this, Bai Taichen raised his brows and said lightly, "Is Li Tianming's master still in the Divine Tomb Seat?"
"She is!" Kuntian Chen savored the thought endlessly. "To be honest, sir, that female ghost god really has something special. I guarantee that once you see her, your heart will stir a little too. She's truly too hot!"
"Shut up!" Bai Taichen crushed him in his hand and snarled, "I will verify every word you said. If even the slightest detail fails to match, you die immediately."
"Understood, understood. Please verify it as you wish, sir. If I said even one wrong word, I'll accept it!" Kuntian Chen hurriedly said.
He too was on the verge of tears. He was riding a tiger and could no longer dismount; he could only keep lying to the bitter end.
I should've just said Sigod Yang was here from the start!
The reason Kuntian Chen had not said that was because he thought that, since these people had come, they had one option: launch a surprise assault and catch the enemy unprepared. But if they learned Sigod Yang was here, they might not launch that surprise assault.
Kuntian Chen wanted both sides to start fighting