Tongtian saw through his thoughts at a glance and could not help shaking his head with a laugh.
That shameless look of his clearly meant that looting the Purple Mansion and emptying the Heavenly Court treasury last time had gotten him addicted.
Now that a great war was about to begin, he was thinking of making another fortune amid the chaos.
Just as Tongtian was about to reprimand him, two voices suddenly came from outside the hall—
"Zhenyuanzi, Black Cloud, request an audience with Sect Master."
"Enter."
Before the words had faded, the two had already stepped into the great hall.
Yet the moment they entered, Tongtian and the other two were all stunned.
Zhenyuanzi's expression... how should one put it? It was simply beyond description. Only the words "a tumult of emotions" could barely sum it up.
Black Cloud, on the other hand, looked perfectly normal, as though nothing had happened.
Tongtian immediately understood.
"Sect Master—life can't go on like this anymore! Waaah, waaah!"
Before he could even bow, Zhenyuanzi dropped to the floor and began pouring out his grievances, looking as wronged as a child whose candy had been snatched away.
Two crystal tears even slid from the corners of his eyes. He wept so heartrendingly that anyone who heard him would be moved.
Fuxi and Nuwa exchanged glances, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads, their faces written with the question, "What is going on?"
Tongtian rolled his eyes and said coldly, "Speak plainly. I'll back you up."
The instant Zhenyuanzi heard that, his tears vanished, and his eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Cut the nonsense." Tongtian shot him a sidelong glance.
"Please, hurry up and assign this black bastard some work! If he stays at Wuzhuang Temple any longer, all my spiritual birds and immortal cranes