Chapter 909: Transaction
Light cast no shadow; the domain barrier blazed with ten colors.
The Saint's devil flames froze in overwhelming majesty.
The tall cultivator standing with his hands behind his back wore a black, red, and gold robe.
His long hair was tied up casually, with only a few loose strands hanging about, setting off his bluish-white face.
His lowered lids concealed those deep, profound eyes.
The Undying Eye revolved.
Wen Peng knew clearly that his grandmaster's gaze had remained fixed upon him.
It was a strange gleam, yet it carried a hint of dimness. Looking closer, there seemed to be an imperceptible frown, as though his grandmaster were reassessing him after his return to Spirit Transformation.
This had happened after hearing his answer.
Wen Peng wavered in thought, unease immediately rising in his heart. Could it be that my Dao Path is wrong?
Tu Shan Jun slowly tapped the hands folded behind his back, as though calculating celestial secrets.
After a long while.
The raised hand lowered once more, and he said in a deep voice, "When you return to the Eastern Wasteland this time, do not use the power of your Dao body unless it is a life-or-death situation. And do not mention that you have ever met me."
Startled, Wen Peng hurriedly looked at the red-haired Saint.
He had thought his performance had displeased his grandmaster, which was why he had been given such a warning.
This, however, thoroughly severed any thought of inviting his grandmaster back.
"Grandmaster, this is..."
"Why..."
Wen Peng was utterly bewildered.
He should have agreed immediately. Not only was this an elder of his own family, there was also the matter of the life-saving grace.
Yet when the words reached his lips, he still wanted to know the reason.
Thus, he