Shen Gongbao's words proved quite effective. Before his voice had even fallen, Wutian had already stopped in the sky and was carefully sizing him up.
"You are... the Master of True Martial?"
Wutian was somewhat astonished, then looked at Shen Gongbao with suspicion.
A Taiyi High Immortal had taught a disciple in the Great Luo Realm, and the disciple was even stronger than the master?
He had originally thought that anyone capable of teaching a disciple like True Martial—so cunning, troublesome, and far from weak—would, at the very least... have to be a Daluo Golden Immortal. Even if he had been at the Grandmaster Realm, Wutian would not have been surprised.
But a Taiyi High Immortal... truly exceeded his expectations.
"Ahem. This poor Daoist is indeed he."
Shen Gongbao was as shrewd as they came; how could he fail to see what Wutian's eyes meant? He coughed once and said, "Genuine as genuine can be."
Zhen Yuanzi also said, "This poor Daoist can testify to that. This fellow Daoist Shen is indeed the Master of True Martial."
"In that case, this poor monk has been discourteous."
After a trace of astonishment flashed through Wutian's eyes, he raised one palm vertically in salute.
"Master is too polite."
Shen Gongbao returned the courtesy with a Daoist bow, then said, "This poor Daoist already knows of Master's actions in the Three Realms over these years."
As he spoke, he swept a glance over Wutian and the soldiers and generals filling the sky behind him, then sighed. "Master, why go so far as to raise such a vast calamity across the Three Realms?"
"That is because you do not understand. Nor can you see the hypocritical nature of those gods and Buddhas. They sit high above, receiving incense offerings from mortals, while hypocritically prattling