Conspiracy

Zhang Chen had never seen Emperor's Daughter in such a bedraggled state.

In the past, Emperor's Daughter had drifted like an immortal, like a divine being from myth, a banished fairy stepping out of the river of history. But what of her now? She looked like a homeless dog in miserable straits, like the Hegemon-King of Western Chu Defeated at Wujiang.

"How did you end up like this?" Zhang Chen looked at his cheap grandniece's utterly disheveled appearance, his eyes full of disbelief.

"I encountered an old fellow below who survived from an unknown era and fought him. I suffered a small loss. Though I look miserable, he did not fare well either. I wounded his origin too. Without several hundred years, he can forget about recovering in this era." Emperor's Daughter's voice remained crisp.

"More importantly, how did you get here?" Emperor's Daughter looked at Zhang Chen in surprise. She had entered the Spiritual World before him, so how had he somehow gotten ahead of her?

Most crucially, what was going on with this fellow's cultivation? He had been Mortal Flesh before, so why was the Law of Life now circulating around him?

"I encountered the Corpse Ancestor too. He chased me, so I had no choice but to flee in here." Zhang Chen was vague. "I specifically came here to wait for you, so we could join hands against the Corpse Ancestor."

Seeing that Zhang Chen was unwilling to elaborate, Emperor's Daughter did not press him. She recalled that in her own era, she had personally seen Zhang Chen before, and he had even been acquainted with her father. This man was far too mysterious. He had lived from the era of the Emperor Tribe until now and was still lively and kicking, hopping about everywhere. He was