Zhang Huan looked up.
A chubby Daoist priest turned his rainbow light and flew down, as if he just happened to see Zhang Huan on his way.
He smiled in a very comical manner, rubbing his hands impatiently and motioning to Zhang Huan with shifty eyes.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerate, youngster, are you interested in becoming the successor of the Divine Emperor?"
The fat Daoist chuckled, his slick smile deeply giving off the feeling of ill intent.
At first glance, he did not look like a good person at all.
Zhang Huan did not speak, looking him up and down twice.
A fake Daoist, and a fat one at that—that tag-like wretched expression must be Duan De.
Zhang Huan guessed the fat Daoist's identity seven or eight times over in his heart, muttering inwardly that it truly was a small world.
"Are you going to take it or not? If not, I will go look for someone else! Do not regret it when the time comes."
Perhaps feeling uncomfortable from being stared at, Duan De muttered somewhat.
Were the cultivators of this era so hard to hook?
"Kid, this is a great opportunity dropped from the heavens. Do not blame this poor Daoist for not reminding you.
This legacy even has an Imperial Weapon protecting the Dao, along with an Immortal Scripture, enough to make you an peerless expert!
This poor Daoist sees that we have a affinity, which is why I am speaking kindly to you. Otherwise, if it were someone else who wanted it, they would not even have this chance."
The fat Daoist spoke with great eloquence, every word serving as a temptation—first the Immortal Scripture, then the Imperial Weapon protecting the Dao. Making such a fuss, which young person could withstand this kind of test?
One must