Hanyu felt as if the other party were spouting nonsense. How could he not want to know? Once he found out where Heavenly Dao was, the first thing he would do was hurry over, find it, and hand this blasted mess back to it.
Then he could go back to lying flat, or quietly watch them battle it out.
He was done meddling in this blasted affair.
A Heavenly Being had even shown himself. This was already beyond anything he could charge into recklessly. Forget charging in—even if he so much as hopped around, the other party could probably swat him to death like a mosquito.
Zhishou mused aloud. Hanyu had thought he was about to reveal something earth-shattering, but in the end...
"I want to know too!"
"You don't know?"
Hanyu's face immediately fell. He felt that this old ghost Zhishou was probably fooling him again.
He had said earlier that Heavenly Dao had vanished without a trace, and just now he had said that Heavenly Dao was in the Central Continent.
Now he was saying he didn't know.
Could these ancient antiques who had lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years ever speak a single word of truth?
"I really don't know. Even my claim that Heavenly Dao entered the Central Continent was only a guess. It just so happened that the other party believed it along with me."
Zhishou's tone was filled with helplessness. If he truly knew where Heavenly Dao was, then it wasn't only Hanyu who wanted to find it—he wanted to find it too.
"Then what exactly are you?"
This was Hanyu's third question. What role did Zhishou play within Heavenly Dao's camp?
Just look at how he had schemed. First, he had set up the old Daoist and tricked the Heavenly