Was the Heavenly Dao a Girl?

Hanyu and Muzi Li both froze.

One of them had heard a trace of familiarity in the old Daoist's tone, though it didn't feel quite right.

The other had heard how much the old Daoist knew about the people behind Hanyu.

Muzi Li had always felt the old Daoist was hiding something. Now that he thought about it, his old man really knew how to keep his mouth shut.

Seeing Hanyu still standing there in a daze, the old Daoist couldn't help speaking up.

"Both sides say you're with the Heavenly Dao faction. That bastard Zhishou must be connected to you, too. I refuse to believe you don't know the old bastard."

Seeing the old Daoist grit his teeth in fury, Hanyu felt a peculiar unease stir in his heart.

Why did it feel like Zhishou had screwed this guy over?

Hanyu loved watching a good show. At this, he couldn't help rubbing a spot on his head where Zhishou had once planted a trick, specifically to fish him out.

It was meant to keep someone from taking him away after he died.

Hanyu had always grumbled inwardly about it. Couldn't Zhishou have come up with a way to keep him from dying in the first place?

What good was fishing out his soul after he was already dead?

"I'll try. Whether he answers you is another matter, so I can't promise anything."

Hanyu tried several times, calling out silently in his Sea of Consciousness and aloud as well.

"You dead old geezer, someone's looking for you. You there?"

After a while, there wasn't the slightest response.

Hanyu spread his hands helplessly. It seemed Zhishou had either stopped listening or was pretending not to be there.

The old Daoist was so enraged that his aura surged. As Hanyu stared in