Master?
Hearing Tian Hao's question, Yang Jian was somewhat dazed.
He had almost forgotten how long it had been since he had relied on his master. That was right—if Master were here, why would they need to worry like this?
Though his master seemed as if he meddled in nothing, the moment Yang Jian saw him, his heart would always settle, because even if the sky collapsed, he believed his master would hold it up.
"If it were Master..."
Yang Jian actually could not answer. He felt that his master certainly would not let himself sink deep into the mire. Even if he had to help the Heavenly Dao, his master would have his own methods.
Seeing that both Yang Jian and Tian Hao had fallen silent, Liu An and Wei Ye exchanged a glance. They were both very curious what sort of person the Son of Heaven and Yang Jian's master was.
During their previous time together, Yang Jian had been too stern, leaving Liu An and the other man unable to cozy up to him, much less ask the questions weighing on their hearts.
They wanted to know whether Yang Jian was the same Yang Jian they had known of before crossing over.
Erlang Shen!
Yang Jian not only had a similar name; his figure, attire, and weapon all resembled Erlang Shen.
If Yang Jian really was Erlang Shen, then did the other Immortal Gods of Huaxia mythology exist as well?
For a time, the great hall fell into silence, the four of them each harboring their own thoughts.
After a long while, Tian Hao collected his thoughts. He turned his gaze toward Liu An and Wei Ye, a smile appearing on his face as he asked, "Judging from your states, your cultivation over these years has clearly