The Artifact Spirit had been asking about this relentlessly the whole way.
It seemed the Heavenly Dao really was a wastrel hated by everyone—even the Artifact Spirit couldn't stand it anymore.
Hanyu was at a loss. In the end, he couldn't help calling out to Zhishou, "Old man, why don't you give it a straight answer?"
Unexpectedly, Zhishou actually spoke. His voice suddenly rang out.
"My word is good. Once things are peaceful, if you want to pull the Heavenly Dao down, I'll definitely help you."
It was rare to see Zhishou agree so readily. The Artifact Spirit was overjoyed and immediately began rambling into the void. "Then from now on, you're on our side too, old man. Don't forget, okay!"
Well, that settled which side he was on, just like that?
Hanyu's expression turned incredibly strange. The three of them openly discussing rebellion like this was especially bizarre.
"What's there to be afraid of? I'd say the same thing even if the Heavenly Dao showed up."
The Artifact Spirit spoke, hands on its hips, full of swagger.
Hanyu rolled his eyes and let the Artifact Spirit dance around in his Sea of Consciousness. Then he called into the void, "Is there something else?"
This old ghost had agreed to help the Artifact Spirit so readily. Surely he didn't think the other side had only appeared to make empty promises.
This time, Zhishou didn't beat around the bush, probably afraid Hanyu would come out with another outrageous remark.
"What do you think about the situation between the two sides?"
That was what Zhishou asked.
Without even thinking, Hanyu replied, "I'll see while I'm flying."
"Can you be a little more serious?"
Zhishou sounded thoroughly exasperated. One could imagine the miserable expression on the other side, in the Soul Realm.
Hanyu