"Go meet someone..."
Lord of Fist Dao's eyes narrowed slightly. Although the Sect Master of Shangqing before him might only be a trace projection of the true Sect Master of Shangqing, it still gave rise to an unfathomable feeling in his heart.
"May I ask, Sect Master, whom are we going to meet?"
Lord of Fist Dao asked, while the vault of heaven that stood above the Thirty-Three Heavens surfaced in his mind.
"Fellow Daoist Yue knows full well. Why ask again?"
The Sect Master of Shangqing spoke neither hurriedly nor slowly, his expression as placid as an ancient well:
"Someone who must be met."
Lord of Fist Dao's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, then he nodded. "Since the Sect Master puts it that way, I am quite interested as well."
Lord of Fist Dao was somewhat cautious, but not particularly fearful.
Having risen from an ordinary mortal to his present height, his state of mind was naturally resolute. Once he had made up his mind, he would not shrink back.
Perhaps this was not a bad thing either.
Zheng Zha carried the Tiger Soul Saber on his back as he strolled along the broad official road.
The Shang Dynasty had ruled the realm for several million years. With Chaoge City at its center, it extended its influence in every direction, commanding eight hundred vassal states and subduing the demons, gods, devils, and immortals of the four seas.
Along the way, Zheng Zha had seen commoners living in hardship, but he had not witnessed demon beasts running rampant and slaughtering people.
No one could be called wealthy, but they could at least live and work in peace.
"The captain has joined forces with Wang Zhongchao and many players. I'm afraid they're planning something major. Brother Zheng, aren't you curious?"
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