The Merchant Guild's president was in my house.
Zhang Yuanqing stared at the message, his scalp prickling as uncontrollable tremors ran through his body and continued for a long while.
What he feared was not having his real-world identity exposed. To a demigod-level superior, killing Yuanshi Tianzun was no more than a thought. Whether Yuanshi Tianzun's real name was Wang Tie Zhu or Wang Defa, Zhao Iron Ox or Li Erdan, whether he was the rich second-generation son of a family that could casually earn a hundred million, or the official second-generation son of a district chief—it meant nothing.
Nor did he fear that his grandfather, grandmother, uncle, and their family would be in danger. The president belonged to the lawful faction and got along reasonably well with him. At most, he would use his family to pressure him; he would not harm ordinary people without cause.
What Zhang Yuanqing truly feared was his dead father's identity being uncovered.
If they continued digging into "Zhang Yuanqing's" identity, they would discover that his father was named Zhang Zizhen. Could Zhang Zizhen's identity withstand investigation? It could not.
So long as they found Zhang Zizhen's birthplace and tracked down his relatives, a few casual inquiries would lay bare Zhang Zizhen's unreliable childhood and adolescent years.
The inheritance and origins of "Carefree" would be exposed.
The secret that Zhang Zizhen was Celestial Master Zhang would no longer be concealable.
Everyone knew that the Carefree Organization had seized the core fragment of the Light Compass back then. The president had also participated in the struggle for the Compass, using a Myriad Worlds Trading House Exchange Ticket to fight three demigods alone and spending himself into bankruptcy.
The extent of the president's desire for the Compass was obvious.
If he learned that Yuanshi Tianzun was