Two Surrender

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Hall.

The two streaks of flowing light had yet to draw near when Zhou Ming and Houtu inside the hall sensed that vast divine might piercing through heaven and earth.

Houtu's gaze pierced through the stone walls of the hall, looking toward Haotian and Yaochi as they sped over.

"Haotian, Yaochi."

"Haotian, Yaochi—why would they come to Pangu Hall?" Houtu spoke softly, a trace of confusion in her voice.

"Could Hongjun have sent them?"

Zhou Ming withdrew his gaze.

"Most likely."

His voice was very calm.

"It seems the struggle between Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao has already been decided."

"He lost."

The instant his words fell, Haotian and Yaochi's figures happened to land outside the towering Pangu Hall.

Rumble—

Before they could announce themselves, the heavy hall doors slowly opened on their own.

Zhou Ming's voice came from within the hall, indifferent and distant.

"Come in."

Haotian and Yaochi exchanged a glance, then quickly walked into the hall.

Inside the great hall, it was vast and majestic.

Zhou Ming and Houtu stood side by side at the center of the great hall. Merely standing there, they seemed to be the center of this heaven and earth.

The two did not dare show the slightest negligence. They hurried forward and bowed deeply to Zhou Ming and Houtu with utmost respect.

"Haotian pays respects to Sage Zhou Ming, and pays respects to Sage Houtu."

"Yaochi pays respects to Sage Zhou Ming, and pays respects to Sage Houtu."

"Rise," Zhou Ming said mildly.

The two slowly straightened, still keeping their heads lowered, not daring to look directly at him.

Zhou Ming's gaze fell on them, and he asked directly.

"Did Hongjun send you?"

Haotian's mind tightened, and he hurriedly bowed as he answered.

"Reporting to the Sage, that is