Excitement filled Wang Hao's eyes as he returned to the Chang Sheng Epoch.
Meanwhile, Yun Ya Zi carefully surveyed their surroundings.
A breath or two later, the two of them did something utterly bizarre.
They each took out a Qilin Communicator and started chatting.
"Fellow Daoist, that Qilin Communicator of yours looks like the latest model!"
"Of course it is. I bought the latest model through special channels, but the one you're holding looks a little old."
"Nothing I can do about that. The Qilin Communicator business hasn't expanded to our area yet."
"That godforsaken place doesn't even have a signal, let alone any new Qilin Communicators."
Jiang Shan: "..."
There's seriously something wrong with you two.
You were threatening each other just now, practically itching to dig up each other's ancestral graves, and now you're so close you could share a pair of pants.
Could going mad be the price of growing stronger?
Wang Hao and Yun Ya Zi's behavior left Jiang Shan speechless, but what followed left him even more so.
"Chen Changsheng, I'm home already. When are you coming out for a drink?"
"Fellow Daoist, an old friend has come to visit. Aren't you going to come out and see me?"
Holding communicators that had yet to connect, Yun Ya Zi and Wang Hao talked to themselves.
At the sight, Jiang Shan silently took a step back. He felt that these two really might be sick in the head.
Interestingly, however, even after they had talked to themselves for a dozen breaths, the communicators in their hands still gave no response.
"Kid, don't look at me like that. You don't understand what we're doing because you don't understand Chen Changsheng."
"The Qilin Communicators themselves are the eyes and ears that fellow set up."
"I can't speak for