An adept whose cultivation was no weaker than Sun Wukong's was naturally someone Wu Feng dared not offend. He said, "I am Wu Feng. May I ask why you sought me out?"
Seeing Wu Feng give him a definite answer, the adept smiled and cupped his hands toward Wu Feng. "I am Taiyi Zhenren. I came here because I glimpsed a thread of heavenly fate and learned that you were going to the South Heavenly Gate, so I came to have a word with you."
Wu Feng was slightly stunned by this, but quickly reacted. "Fellow Daoist, is there something you wish to tell me?"
"Mm, actually, it isn't anything major."
Taiyi Zhenren was a renowned figure. During the first Investiture of the Gods, he had been one of the Twelve Golden Immortals.
However, Taiyi Zhenren had now already waved the horsetail whisk in his hand, using a formation to isolate the surrounding area.
Clearly, what Taiyi Zhenren was about to say was no simple matter.
Only after confirming that no one was peeking in or eavesdropping did Taiyi Zhenren move closer and whisper to Wu Feng, "Fellow Daoist Wu Feng, I actually came this time to ask you to help me search for my disciple in the Hall of Lingxiao."
"Your disciple? Nezha, the reincarnation of the Spirit Pearl?"
Wu Feng asked in surprise.
Taiyi Zhenren nodded and said somewhat sorrowfully, "Recently, I've felt his aura gradually weakening. Then, today, it suddenly disappeared completely."
"You mean Nezha is dead?"
Wu Feng asked in shock.
Taiyi Zhenren shook his head and replied proudly, "Impossible. Nezha's strength is formidable. He couldn't have died without making a sound. If he had died, I definitely would have sensed it. I still possess some ability to glimpse heavenly secrets."
Taiyi Zhenren felt that Nezha