The moment that voice rang out, Zhu Ping'an trembled slightly. He felt as though, somewhere beyond his sight, he had become entangled in a thread of cause and effect.
"Brother Sun Huang, you can tell me where Senior Zhan Wushuang's body is now, right?"
Sun Huang glanced at him, the corner of his mouth curling into a smug smile.
"Zhan Wushuang's body is hidden in Kyoto!"
"Ke ke ke!" Sun Huang laughed wildly. "The most dangerous place is the safest place. That fool Cangqiong Ancient Saint never realized, not even on his deathbed, that his beloved disciple's body—the one he searched high and low for—was right under his nose! Hahahaha!"
"Where in Kyoto?" Zhu Ping'an pressed. Kyoto was huge, and without any clues, finding a corpse would be no easy task.
"I'll draw you a map. So much time has passed that I don't know what the place where I hid him looks like now, but I still remember roughly where it was."
Sun Huang raised a finger and lightly tapped Zhu Ping'an between the brows. A rough route map appeared in Zhu Ping'an's mind.
All he had to do was find a current map of Kyoto and compare it with the route map Sun Huang had drawn. Then he'd know where Zhan Wushuang's body was.
"Boy, don't forget: once you find Zhan Wushuang's body, you have to come back and break my seal. The Devil God Contract is no joke! If you break your promise, not even Cangqiong Ancient Saint coming back to life could save you!"
Sun Huang shouted harshly. It wasn't that he was worried Zhu Ping'an would die; he was afraid that without Zhu Ping'an, his own release from the seal would be indefinitely delayed.
"Got it, got it. As soon as I find Senior Zhan