Before Hanyu understood what Zhishou meant, several people had already begun to look uneasy.
Among them were naturally the sharp-witted Quan Xiaotong, and the old Daoist and his disciple, who seemed to have guessed something.
Hanyu was still sneering. "What else could it mean? I work for you, provide you with fortune, and clean up your messes."
Zhishou kept coughing, as if Hanyu had choked him up again. A moment later, he cursed in annoyance.
"Your talent for battle is unbelievably high, but in some ways, you're dumb as a rock. I suppose even Heaven's Dao can't make everything perfect."
As Zhishou cursed him, those same few people silently nodded in agreement.
"The Yanluo Hall has the Millstone, the Heavenly Dao Sect has the Heaven River, and you—you have one too."
"All three objects of Heaven's Dao are in your hands. You still don't understand?"
Muzi Li couldn't hold back any longer. He looked at Hanyu with an exceedingly strange expression. "He means that Heaven's Dao gave you a trump card to contend with them, too. You can actually fight for that position."
Damn!
Hanyu was dumbfounded. Before, he and the Artifact Spirit had only talked about taking down Heaven's Dao. He never expected he'd really get the chance now.
What was that deadbeat Heaven's Dao thinking?
It was even giving away this position?
But this didn't seem like good news. The expressions on Muzi Li, the old Daoist, and Quan Xiaotong's faces made that clear.
Quan Xiaotong furrowed his brows and ventured, "Does Heaven's Dao arranging things this way mean it isn't confident it can defeat either side?"
If it were confident it would win, why let Hanyu take up the third object of Heaven's Dao and contend with them?
Could it be planning to have Hanyu step in