Entrusting One's Life Corpse, Living Another Life

A flicker passed through Zhao Sheng's eyes, and he was secretly astonished. The bronze coffin had appeared far too strangely; even he had failed to sense its arrival beforehand.

Clearly, this bronze coffin was a rare and extraordinary treasure.

The moment the bronze coffin revealed itself, a ripple of divine sense emerged from within. "Daoist Friend Zhao, there is no need to worry. Although Feng Long is overbearing and tyrannical, he has always kept his word. He has never gone back on anything he promised."

Zhao Sheng's heart stirred at those words, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity arose within him.

The other party's divine sense possessed highly distinctive traits. He seemed to have encountered it somewhere before.

After a moment's thought, Zhao Sheng deliberately sneered, "You do not even dare show your face, yet you dare vouch for someone to his face. Such shameless boasting is truly laughable in the extreme."

"Daoist Friend, please do not misunderstand. Wu truly has unspeakable difficulties and cannot reveal himself at will. I hope Daoist Friend can forgive me." The voice from within the coffin carried a trace of apology. Its manner was exceedingly humble, utterly lacking the domineering bearing of an Imperial Sky Guard Fiendish God.

Wu?

A flash of inspiration struck Zhao Sheng. He finally remembered where he had "met" this person before, and he probed, "You are... Wu Yue!"

A surprised cry came from inside the coffin. "Eh? Daoist Friend knows Wu? Why, then, have I never..."

Zhao Sheng abruptly cut him off, saying with a genial smile, "Daoist Friend Wu, you are actually not dead? This old man had thought you had long since perished within that Demon Emperor Dongtian. I never imagined that you and I would have a day to meet again. This is truly cause for