In Zeng Anmin's heart,
things had reached a stage so absurd it was both laughable and tear-inducing.
His expression grew increasingly strange.
He looked at the supremely confident Ling Xuzi in the air.
For a moment, he did not know what to say.
"Whoosh!"
A piercing sound suddenly tore through the air.
Without a second thought, the Empress and Zeng Anmin turned to look behind them.
Sure enough, the chubby child sitting beside Princess Wencheng had already risen to his feet.
His once fairly clear little round face was now piled with sinister gloom.
He grinned.
Then he drew a talisman from his waist.
"Whoosh!"
His little chubby hand slapped down fiercely.
The next moment, he vanished from where he stood.
When he appeared again, he was already floating in the air beside Ling Xuzi, the Second Rank Sect Master of the Eastern Cult.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist." There was a trace of childishness in the chubby boy's voice.
Yet his words were utterly at odds with his age.
"It has been many years. I trust you have been well." Ling Xuzi chuckled and looked at Gu Yuqing.
"Thank you for your concern. This is not the time for complications. Let us first overcome the obstacle before us."
Gu Yuqing's expression was grave.
He turned to glance at the phantom hovering in the air.
Dongfang Cang stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching them.
"There is no need to worry. The old thief's true body is not here, so he cannot wield his true strength." Ling Xuzi looked arrogantly at Dongfang Cang.
His tone was filled with absolute certainty.
His features were somewhat twisted, and even his smile had distorted into a grimace.
"Dongfang Old Thief, you shameless traitor! You betrayed our core! Today, I will personally send you