Zhong Shan stood atop the dragon head of the Great Dao, gazing at Zhuangzi, who was surrounded by butterflies in the distance.
The two peerless experts faced each other like needle against wheat, staring across the distance.
"Sacred King Zhong, Zhuangzi has no intention of becoming your enemy. Xuan Tianzong cannot die! I hope you will let this matter rest!" Zhuangzi said in a deep voice.
"Cannot die? I don't believe you and Xuan Tianzong have that deep a relationship!" Zhong Shan said indifferently.
"Xuan Tianzong and I aren't particularly close, but he isn't what he appears to be. Otherwise, how could he have found Ancestor Black Tortoise's corpse? Someone asked me to look after Xuan Tianzong on his behalf. Don't make things difficult for me!" Zhuangzi shook his head.
"Oh? The person behind Xuan Tianzong?" Zhong Shan narrowed his eyes.
At this moment, Zhong Shan finally understood why Cheng Hou had treated Xuan Tianzong so courteously. The Black Tortoise Clan's Supreme? Clearly, he did not qualify.
There was someone else behind Xuan Tianzong—and that person had even generously given him Ancestor Black Tortoise's corpse? That person's background had to be terrifyingly powerful.
"Indeed. As for who exactly, I can only apologize. I'm not very close to them; only this favor ties us together. But I cannot tell you who it is!" Zhuangzi shook his head.
Zhong Shan glanced at Xuan Tianzong struggling in the distance, then turned to look at Zhuangzi.
"The Ancient Family?" Zhong Shan said solemnly.
Zhong Shan was guessing, but he was also probing. Yet Zhuangzi across from him was genuinely shaken by how quickly Zhong Shan had reacted. His pupils suddenly contracted. He had never underestimated Zhong Shan, but he had not expected that he had still underestimated him.
From Zhuangzi's eyes, Zhong Shan confirmed