(Please subscribe.) Hun Xiu somewhat suspected that Hongjun was sick. Had he forgotten to take his medicine today, which was why he was being so polite to a mere Late Stage Quasi-Saint like him?
But was Hongjun sick? Sick?
Hongjun looked like an immortal, his spirit vigorous and radiant. He did not look sick at all.
Besides.
Hongjun was the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, an existence above Saints. Could he be sick? No.
Anyone in the entire Primordial World could be sick, but Hongjun was the least likely of all to be sick.
But if Hongjun was not sick?
Hun Xiu could not understand it. What merit or ability did a mere Late Stage Quasi-Saint like him possess to make Hongjun treat him so politely?
Could it be because he was a transmigrator? No.
Give him a break.
Being a mere transmigrator was still nothing before the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao.
They were all ants all the same.
"Disciple Tongtian greets Master."
Outside the great hall, Sect Master Tongtian had followed him here.
Sect Master Tongtian had initially been curious about why Hun Xiu was heading toward Chaos. He had never expected him to be coming to the Purple Cloud Palace.
The Purple Cloud Palace stood within Chaos beyond the Primordial World. This was common knowledge.
Without someone to guide them, no one could find the Purple Cloud Palace. Of course, if the Purple Cloud Palace appeared on its own, that was another matter.
No matter which method it was, anyone who could find the Purple Cloud Palace was destined to do so and could obtain a great Opportunity.
And...
Sect Master Tongtian had personally watched Hun Xiu enter the Purple Cloud Palace. His heart trembled, and he was utterly shocked.
There was no shortage of peerless