Taichu!
Hongchu and Cang Xuan both felt their hearts jolt.
A barely perceptible flicker passed through Zhou Ming's eyes as well.
True Lord Duobao put away the long saber, his smile growing all the more sincere.
"That's the information. Honest dealings, fair to young and old alike. As for whether it's true, you three will know once you get there."
With that, he cupped his hands toward the three of them.
"Our business is concluded, so I won't linger."
"Until we meet again."
He turned, his figure blurring as he prepared to leave.
Before departing, he looked back and spoke meaningfully to Zhou Ming.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou, I have high hopes for you all."
With that, his figure vanished completely into the ruins.
Hongchu stared in the direction he had disappeared, still indignant.
"We're just letting him leave? That fellow will definitely sell our whereabouts to someone else."
"He will," Zhou Ming said calmly.
"Then why did you..."
"We need him to spread the news."
Hongchu froze for a moment, then understood.
By rescuing Taichu, they would inevitably make enemies of Cold River True Lord and his companions.
Rather than wait for their enemies to recruit help and seek revenge later,
they might as well let that loudmouth Duobao publicize their "battle record" in advance.
That would both deter petty scoundrels and give Pangu, Taiyi, and their other fellow Daoists a clear direction to follow when they heard the news and came looking.
"Let's go."
Zhou Ming wasted no more time.
"To the Western Wasteland."
The three blurred, tearing through the void and racing toward the Western Wasteland at full speed.
Not long after they left,
streaks of light descended into the ruins.
Their leader was none other than Black Armor True Lord, who had escaped from Zhou Ming.