As if knowing there was no avoiding it, the moment Luo Hong finished speaking, a dim blue glow appeared on the surface of the Little Black Ball and flickered toward him twice.
Seeing that the other party clearly wanted to respond yet remained silent for a long while, Luo Hong immediately understood. He split off a strand of divine sense and sent it into the Little Black Ball.
After turning once within that dark space, the strand of divine sense transformed into a phantom in Luo Hong's likeness. Sweeping his gaze around, he spotted a blue phantom.
"So it really was him behind this!"
The instant he saw the other party's face clearly, Luo Hong completely confirmed his earlier suspicion.
This was because the blue phantom looked exactly like that old man from Luo Hong's memories!
My Heart Demon knew this, which means I must have sensed it subconsciously long ago. It was simply too inconceivable, so I never gave it much thought.
As these thoughts turned in his mind, Luo Hong carefully examined the old man before him.
Though the other party had come to the Mortal World with him, the clothes he had manifested were still that Tang suit made with modern craftsmanship.
The only difference was that thirty-six immensely profound runes were slowly circulating within his illusory body.
After merely sensing the auras of those runes, Luo Hong felt a strange familiarity.
These... could they all be Dao talismans?
A guess that deeply shocked even himself suddenly flashed through Luo Hong's Primordial Spirit.
"Boy, you summoned this old man, so why are you standing there without saying a word?"
Apparently harboring some dissatisfaction, the Old Man in Tang Suit spoke in a distinctly unfriendly tone the moment he opened his mouth.
However, Luo Hong did not dwell