Jin Peng constantly regulated his breathing inside the Number One Hall Under Heaven. All kinds of immortal pills had long since been prepared in the great hall!
After cleaning the filthy blood from his body and changing into fresh clothes, Jin Peng ate immortal pills while lamenting the absurdity of it all. The Number One Hall Under Heaven, the Heavenly Emperor's inheritance—these had actually all been schemes laid out by Zhong Shan? This was far too bizarre!
No wonder Zhong Shan had not been anxious in the slightest back then. He himself, on the other hand, had been frantic more than ten years ago. Jin Peng's face flushed.
"Life in Great Zhen is truly colorful. Perhaps staying in Great Zhen wouldn't be lonely!" A voice suddenly arose in Jin Peng's heart for no apparent reason.
Jin Peng shuddered and his expression changed. "How could that be? With the world so vast, how could I, Jin Peng, allow myself to be bound to a tiny Sacred Court? Once the Thousand Year Agreement arrives, I'll leave at once!"
Jin Peng kept emphasizing his identity, but precisely because he had emphasized it so solemnly to himself, it showed that he had developed a trace of dependence on Great Zhen.
If Zhong Shan had heard Jin Peng's words, he would certainly have laughed happily.
"How could this be? How is this possible?"
NanGong Sheng's astonished voice suddenly came from outside the great hall.
"What happened?"
Jin Peng walked out, carrying his injuries.
Although he needed to heal as quickly as possible, how could he have the mood to heal at a time like this? He used immortal pills to stabilize his injuries, then came out, unable to sit still.
"See for yourself!" NanGong Sheng stood outside the hall with his brows tightly furrowed.
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