"Jade Emperor Mountain?" Meng Qi raised a brow and asked in return.
If someone else had said that, he would merely have been suspicious, without ruling out coincidence. But the one who had spoken those three words was the Number Sage—the greatest master of numerology since the Mythological Era, with no newcomer in the tens of thousands of years to come capable of surpassing him.
The Number Sage said with a beaming smile, "Your heavenly secrets are chaotic, making you difficult for me to see through. But that only applies to you personally and does not involve external objects. When I divined matters concerning Jade Emperor Mountain, I discovered that you were somewhat entangled in them."
No wonder he was the ancestor of Great Divine Trickster Wang... Meng Qi sighed inwardly. Great Divine Trickster Wang liked to play at being mysterious and never said things outright, always stopping just short of the point to cultivate an inscrutable, profound image. The Number Sage, on the other hand, spoke frankly and openly, sparing no detail.
Then again, the Wang Family maxim—"Never exhaust a divination, never carry a matter to extremes, and never speak too plainly"—was an inheritance left behind after the Number Sage had suffered for his mistakes.
"What could happen at Jade Emperor Mountain?" Meng Qi asked.
The Number Sage smiled without answering, turned around, and stepped into the Teleportation Array. Meng Qi pondered for a moment before striding in after him. They would go to Jade Emperor Mountain first, then proceed to the Zhenwu Secret Vault.
Light surged up and obscured his vision. Space and time shifted, jolting his senses.
Jade Emperor Mountain towered majestically into the heavens. All kinds of strange lotuses grew across it, fearing neither cold nor heat, neither altitude nor wind. Every season had its