Zhang Hao looked toward Chaos and sliced through it with his bare hand, cutting open the space where Yangmei had been hiding.
When Yangmei saw Zhang Hao, he looked as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Old Zhang... you... you're not dead!"
"I'll have you know, I'm very much alive!"
Zhang Hao grabbed Yangmei and pulled him straight into the Heavenly Dao void.
Yangmei was still repairing his Demon God body, and his strength was far inferior to Zhang Hao's.
After being dragged over, he examined Zhang Hao carefully. Only once he was sure it was the Zhang Hao he knew did he relax.
"So you were the one hiding deepest of all. You made friends with Pangu ahead of time, then took the chance to refine the Prehistoric World's Heavenly Dao!"
Yangmei spoke with such righteous indignation, as if he were some kind of good person.
Zhang Hao gave an awkward smile. He suspected Yangmei had been transmigrated too; otherwise, why would he be going on about conspiracies?
"Could it be that Pangu cleaved me in two as well..."
"Pfft... I just thought of something funny. Don't take it personally."
Yangmei saw Zhang Hao's face darken and hurriedly put on a serious expression.
"Ahem."
Yangmei cleared his throat twice, trying to suppress the corners of his mouth, but the glee in his eyes was practically spilling out.
"Anyway... it served you right! What a wonderful blow!"
"No wonder you talk like 'the Heavenly Dao is impartial' now. So you got intimate with the edge of Pangu's axe too?"
Zhang Hao glowered and ignored the remark.
"Look at you... Did you just crawl out of some corner of Chaos? You're in a pretty sorry state, Old Yang."
Yangmei sidled up to Zhang Hao and forced a fawning smile. "If I'd known