Playing Tongtian Cult Master

Zhang Bairen stared at Chen Xuan for a while, then gave Hong Tian a smile of immense relief.

"My dear minister Hong Tian."

He patted Hong Tian on the shoulder, his tone gentler than it had ever been.

"I suddenly remembered that an Immortal Horse in the Imperial Horse Stables is about to give birth. I must go take a look."

"I'll leave this place to you. I believe in your abilities!"

Before his words had even faded, Zhang Bairen's figure whooshed into a stream of light and shot straight toward the Lower Realm without looking back.

That direction was not the Heavenly Court at all!

Hong Tian: "???"

Wasn't His Majesty running away a bit too decisively?

Before he could even call out, he heard that "Tongtian Cult Master" in front of Purple Cloud Palace let out another long howl:

"Old Hongjun, why haven't you shown yourself to receive death?!"

Fine. Now he could not pretend he had not seen it even if he wanted to.

Hong Tian braced himself and drifted over on a cloud.

"Ahem, this fellow Daoist? This place is under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Court. Might I ask why Your Excellency is shouting and making such a clamor here?"

Chen Xuan was still immersed in the thrill of acting as Tongtian Cult Master.

Hearing the voice, he turned his head and saw a silver-armored general, and his brows furrowed.

"Who are you? Where is that old bastard Hongjun?"

"I am the Grand Marshal of the Heavenly Court, Hong Tian."

Hong Tian tried hard to make his expression look stern. "Dao Ancestor Hongjun is precisely my Father."

The arrogance on Chen Xuan's face froze.

"What did you say?!"

Chen Xuan's voice suddenly rose, carrying unbelievable, furious rage.

"You're Hongjun's son?"

"Hahaha! Well done, Hongjun! You