The Golden Dragon King's pale-gold slit pupils were like two sharp blades capable of cutting open a man's heart, fixed unblinkingly on Zhao Hao's face.
His question struck like a boulder hurled into a still lake, making Ao Chun's heart skip a beat.
The Dark Continent, the Body Integration Realm, a black dragon's body, a head-on clash with a Mahayana cultivator!
Put together, those fragments pointed to a secret that had shaken the entire Spirit World not long ago!
Faced with a gaze that would not rest until it had an answer, Zhao Hao held his wine cup steady as a rock. Not even an extra ripple disturbed the wine within.
He took a small sip of immortal wine and felt its rich spiritual energy burst through his stomach with the taste of alcohol. Only then did he leisurely set the cup back on the table.
"That's right."
Zhao Hao raised his eyes to meet the Golden Dragon King's searching gaze, a faint smile on his face.
"I was short a few materials at the time, so I sent a clone there while it was in the area."
He admitted it so readily, so matter-of-factly, that he might have been talking about borrowing a little soy sauce from a neighbor.
That breezy composure left even the imposing Golden Dragon King stunned.
He had prepared countless things to say and imagined every possible reaction from Zhao Hao—denial, evasion, wariness...
He had never imagined Zhao Hao would admit it so freely.
After a brief silence, the Golden Dragon King withdrew all his pressure. His taut face relaxed, and he burst into hearty laughter.
"Hahahaha! So it was you! It was you all along, you brat!"
He laughed and shook his head, looking as though he did not know whether to laugh or