The One and Only Listener

"King Yong... wasn't dead!?" The four of them showed looks of shock upon hearing the news.

"But the records clearly stated that this place might be King Yong's final resting place..." Li questioned. "Could it be that even the Black Gate Cult didn't know King Yong's true situation?"

"You're right, little girl. This was a truth we only discovered later." Suddenly, a weathered voice cut in.

From the shadows of the hall, Wang Sha slowly emerged, pushing a wheelchair. Seated in it was a man with graying hair. He looked to be only around thirty, yet he gave off the feeling of twilight at day's end. He wore a white shirt and trousers, his bare feet exposed, bones and veins protruding beneath skin so gaunt he resembled a withered branch.

Venerable Victory over Heaven bowed to him. "Pope."

He was the leader of the Black Gate Cult?

A wave of turmoil rose in Luo Qingqing's heart as well.

Like the Venerable, the man's qi was tangled with Chaos. Only, the outline of his Gate was far blurrier, like a house fallen into disrepair. His own qi no longer had the strength to remain clearly divided from Chaos.

The fact that he was still alive was undoubtedly a miracle.

Even so, he needed others to move him. Chaos had clearly ravaged his body to a severe degree; complete collapse was likely only a moment away.

"You are..."

"Do not be disrespectful." In a flash, the Venerable appeared beside Li, pressed down on her head, and made her bow. "Lord Wuyi is our hope of leading everyone through the calamity of doomsday. You must address him respectfully."

So fast!

Luo Qingqing and Shanhui froze slightly. Neither of them had even reacted when she made that move.

"No matter. Honorifics cannot change any