He knew it. He knew that old bastard Zhishou had never meant well.
Now the evidence was ironclad.
Back then, he'd already taken Hanyu to witness the Great Dao's evolution.
And yet the old bastard had been too stingy to spare him a single word for thousands of years. Thousands of years!
How had he gotten through it?
He'd fallen from the peak straight into the valley, and stayed there for thousands of years. What kind of person was he?
"Prodigy" couldn't begin to describe him. Those few from Four Poles Hall counted as prodigies, didn't they?
He'd kept them so thoroughly suppressed they could barely breathe.
Being a prodigy was merely the entry ticket to standing before him.
And after falling from such heights to become a worthless nobody in the Divine Way Realm, he'd never once regretted it.
But at that very moment, he truly regretted it. Zhishou was a bastard who'd drag people straight into their graves.
If he weren't in such a state right now, he really would've stood before Hanyu and cursed Zhishou for an entire day and night.
Especially now that Zhishou had started running his mouth again, sneering as he continued:
"Even this little brat figured it out, but you still haven't. I thought this was supposed to be common knowledge."
Common knowledge, my ass! The old Daoist was so furious he nearly choked. Even Hanyu looked a little sorry for him and couldn't help speaking up on his behalf.
"Why don't you say a little less? You've led him into such a mess, and he's one of our own!"
Unexpectedly, Zhishou's tongue was especially sharp today. He quickly turned his attention to Hanyu and spoke in the same half-mocking tone.
"Remember what I just said? Central Continent has no way out anymore."