Jiao looked at Lu Hao again. Only after seeing Lu Hao nod did he slowly begin to drink. Gong Juanzi naturally noticed this scene. He had always been curious about Jiao's identity. Gray Cat called him a little dog, yet he was now merely a False God-level demonic beast, with nothing particularly remarkable about him. "Fellow Daoist Lu, this is—"
Gong Juanzi looked at Jiao as he spoke.
"The Heavenly Dog's only descendant. I don't know when it was left behind, but its potential isn't bad. Although the Heavenly Dog itself hasn't appeared yet—"
Lu Hao said with a smile as he sampled the tea before him.
"The Heavenly Dog—"
Gong Juanzi murmured, falling into thought. He had heard the legends of Gray Cat and the Heavenly Dog as well. But in his era, the Heavenly Dog had never appeared—only Gray Cat had. He had once asked Gray Cat about it, and Gray Cat had said the big dog was dead. He had thought the Heavenly Dog had truly died, but now even its descendant had appeared. And from Lu Hao's words, it seemed the Heavenly Dog would appear as well.
"Fellow Daoist Lu, do you mean that the Heavenly Dog will also reveal itself in this great tide—"
"It definitely will. This great tide is one that comes only once in ten thousand years. Every scheme and arrangement from the past will emerge in this lifetime."
Lu Hao replied with a smile.
"Emperors—"
Gong Juanzi thought of them and sighed softly.
"What does Fellow Daoist Lu think of Emperors? And what do you think of the North-South War during the sect era?"
Gong Juanzi posed two questions. Though Lu Hao claimed to be a new martial artist, he knew an extraordinary amount. Asking for his opinion might reveal quite