Zhou Ming heard those words, yet only let out a soft laugh.
The laugh was not loud, but it carried clearly into the ears of everyone present, and it also brought Hongjun's urgent urging to an abrupt halt.
Zhou Ming looked at that Divine Thought, which was growing ever more illusory, and slowly shook his head.
"Enough, Hongjun."
"Stop spouting that nonsense."
Zhou Ming stood with his hands clasped behind his back, the smile on his face very faint.
"This wisp of your Divine Thought waited here for me, but not so I could go save your true body."
Haotian and Yaochi, standing behind Zhou Ming, were filled with confusion when they heard this.
Not to save his true body?
Then what was Dao Ancestor doing with this posture?
Hongjun's illusory figure suddenly froze.
Zhou Ming looked at him as though he were watching a clumsy actor.
"You know better than anyone that from the moment you failed, your true body... could no longer be saved."
When those words fell, Lingxiao Treasure Hall went dead silent.
Hongjun's phantom did not open his mouth to refute him, nor did he keep shouting for him to hurry to Zixiao Palace. That emotion which had been so urgent moments ago that it had slipped out of control was instantly withdrawn cleanly and completely.
Zhou Ming looked at him, the corner of his mouth tugging.
As expected.
That impassioned cry for help just now had been nothing more than a test.
A test of how much he knew about the Heavenly Dao, a test of whether he would be swept along by that sense of urgency and make an impulsive judgment.
Hongjun was Hongjun after all.
Even if only a wisp of Divine Thought remained, even if his true body was already finished, even