"What?"
This Guo Ding version of the "Seven-Manifestation Dragon King" went deathly pale. Trembling, he asked in a low voice, "May I ask what exactly Senior He requires of me?"
"Did you know that your eldest adopted son, Guo Jing'an, is one of the future Eight Cultivators of Wind and Cloud?"
He Ping had no way to search Guo Ding's soul or read his mind. For one thing, Guo Ding was not a True Person; he himself was a heart demon puppet.
One had to understand that Guo Ding's memories, thoughts, and spirit did not truly exist. He did not even possess a soul. Even his own existence and self-will had been arranged by Daoist Desire Evil. Directly searching his soul for memories might well mean walking straight into Daoist Desire Evil's trap.
Moreover, He Ping's dharmic power could not penetrate this heart demon puppet. This showed that the Nine-Orifice Lotus-Born Heart Demon Puppet Art contained no small amount of profundity and could not be dealt with through brute force.
Guo Ding was stunned for a moment before gathering his thoughts and answering honestly.
"Senior, I do not know much about this matter. Taking Guo Jing'an as my adopted son was also Daoist Desire Evil's idea. As for more detailed particulars, I know very little as well."
"If I tell you to speak, then speak. Why all this nonsense?"
He Ping replied coldly.
"Yes."
Before He Ping, Guo Ding did not dare conceal anything. He spoke of everything he knew, holding nothing back, pouring out all the intelligence in his possession like beans from a jar.
This Guo Ding was also a shrewd old hand. He understood that if he wanted to live, he would have to rely on Senior He.
Conversely, because of the Heart Demon Puppet Art, his