Before him was a mass of fog, as if someone had deliberately blocked his divination.
"Luo! Hou!"
Ancestor Hongjun ground his teeth and spat out those two words, glaring hatefully toward Shouyang Mountain.
In this Primordial World, the only person who could have such a deep grudge against him was Luohu. Even a fool could figure that out.
The one who had gone to such lengths to stop his divination was definitely that old thief Luohu!
He must be scheming behind the scenes!
Having already decided that Luohu was behind it, Ancestor Hongjun naturally assumed that the one who had emerged from seclusion had to be that bastard Luohu as well.
Good! That Luohu had actually emerged from seclusion?
He did not even know when the bastard had gone into seclusion!
That old thief Luohu was truly devious. He had actually gone into seclusion behind his back without a word?
No wonder he had not seen that old thief Luohu when he had joined forces with the four races to march against the Human Race last time.
He had originally thought that the old thief Luohu had been afraid of them and was hiding because he dared not show himself. Now it seemed that he had been far too naive.
He had been deceived by Luohu!
While they were fighting, Luohu had quietly gone into seclusion without anyone noticing. Now, he had loudly announced to every living thing in the Primordial World that he had emerged, catching everyone else off guard.
What profound scheming!
At that thought, Ancestor Hongjun's heart skipped a beat, and he was seized by a surge of dread.
That Luohu had cultivated some unknown evil art during his seclusion, and his strength had already become comparable to Ancestor Hongjun's.
Now that Luohu had cultivated in seclusion