In the wilderness.
A dashing young man stood watching two figures depart.
Only when they had vanished from sight
did Shen Gongbao snap out of his daze. "Ah."
"The Investiture List was actually... entrusted to Junior Brother Jiang?"
"But didn't Master once say I bore great Fortune Aura and would shoulder the great task of overseeing the Investiture of the Gods?"
"Why did he suddenly give that task to Junior Brother Jiang?"
"Junior Brother Jiang... he isn't even an Immortal. Can he handle it?"
"Does he... does he even understand what he's doing?"
Shen Gongbao stood there in a daze, his feelings tangled beyond words.
He did not even know what he was thinking. He only knew his heart was in turmoil, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, and he had no idea what to do.
"What are you thinking about?"
The sudden voice jolted Shen Gongbao awake.
He turned and saw True Person Huanglong. Hastily clasping his hands, he said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Huanglong."
"I asked what you were thinking about."
True Person Huanglong's face was cold, and mockery glinted in his eyes.
Clearly, he did not think much of Shen Gongbao at all.
He had come with every intention of mocking him.
Shen Gongbao knew how to smooth things over, so he could see the mockery plainly. But the man was stronger than him.
He did not dare show any displeasure.
He tried to brush it off. "I was thinking about something just now and lost focus. I didn't realize you'd arrived, Senior Brother. Please forgive me!"
"Are you fucking stupid? Wasn't I asking what, exactly, you were thinking about?"
True Person Huanglong strode up and slapped him hard across the face. "Are you trying to fob me off?"
He had been slapped out of nowhere.
Even