Minghe gladly took his seat. His gaze swept over Qing Tan'er, and with a wave of his hand, he put her to sleep and set up a soundproof barrier. Once he had done so, he looked directly at Tai Cang. "I came to find you today because there is something I wish to ask."
Tai Cang secretly became vigilant. For Minghe to be so cautious, this could not be an ordinary matter. Yet his expression revealed nothing. "Please, go on."
Minghe said in a deep voice, "Young friend, do you know of the Fruit of Calamity?"
The Fruit of Calamity!
What exactly was that?
A trace of confusion flashed through Tai Cang's eyes. He cupped his hands toward Minghe and asked, "Senior, what is the Fruit of Calamity?"
"You truly do not know?"
Minghe frowned slightly and studied Tai Cang for a moment.
After confirming that Tai Cang was not putting on an act, he shook his head. "It seems Fellow Daoist Tongtian has yet to tell you."
"But you will learn of it sooner or later. It would not be appropriate for me to say more."
With that, Minghe tipped back his cup and drained the wine. He removed the barrier, turned, and left.
What did that mean?
What exactly was Minghe trying to do?
And what was the Fruit of Calamity?
Tai Cang knitted his brows, his heart filled with doubts.
He vaguely sensed that the Fruit of Calamity might be the true reason all the gods of the Primordial World had gathered here.
Great powers such as Zhen Yuanzi had likely not come merely to witness the coming of age of the Ten Golden Crows.
"The Sages have arrived!"
A proclamation rang through the Heavenly Emperor Palace.
The previously boisterous palace instantly fell silent.
Everyone rose to