"Though what happened in the Great Western Heaven wasn't an isolated case, it shouldn't have happened to us old fellows."
A Seven-Colored Phantom slowly emerged behind Zhan Xiaoyao.
The phantom was exceedingly faint, giving people the sense that nothing could be perceived at all.
Yet Qin Shaofeng widened his eyes at once.
Because this aura carried the same presence as the Seven-Colored Inheritance he had obtained.
He had actually obtained the Seven-Colored Inheritance as well?
"Back then, this old man had some friendship with True Monarch Seven Colors and received from him a move of the Seven Colors True Art. These eyes of mine can see through most good and evil beneath heaven. If you still cannot believe me, this old man can teach you this cultivation art first," Zhan Xiaoyao said bluntly.
"There's no need. Lord Cangluo and I were already locked in a fight to the death. Even if his desire to kill me grows stronger, it makes no difference." Qin Shaofeng shrugged lightly.
After a brief moment of thought.
He spoke frankly. "During this trip, we came into contact with the Three Continents. From what I learned there, as well as their conduct and mannerisms, I have a suspicion: our Cangming Great Emperor may not be someone from the Vast Void Realm."
"What did you say?!"
The five elders and Zhan Suxin all rose to their feet.
They all knew quite a bit about the enmity between Qin Shaofeng and the Cangming Great Emperor. No matter how disrespectful Qin Shaofeng's words were, even if they were harsher still, they could accept them.
But Qin Shaofeng's attitude was simply too calm.
So calm that they could not help believing him.
Especially since Qin Shaofeng had not stated it as a certainty, but as a faint suspicion. Combined with