Jiang Feng could feel that before Zhang Yu, he was still no more than an ant!
With a casual motion from Zhang Yu, he could bring him anywhere.
This was a simply and plainly furnished room, its wooden doors and windows exuding a unique fragrance.
It had been a very, very long time since Jiang Feng had seen a room arranged like this.
Zhang Yu stood before Jiang Feng. With a slight raise of his right hand, the splendid brocade robes wrapped around him directly dispersed, replaced by an exceedingly simple plain white robe.
Nothing remained of the lofty, exalted bearing he had displayed upon the throne earlier.
"Divine Lord, aren't you going to preside over the Ten Thousand Worlds Assembly?" Jiang Feng took the initiative to ask. "To the experts of the myriad heavens and worlds, the Ten Thousand Worlds Assembly is the grandest of occasions. I fear it may be inappropriate for you to simply leave like this."
Zhang Yu smiled faintly, and a ray of light rose from his body. Clearly, he had activated a wisp of Primordial Spirit projection.
"What, little fellow? Do you bear some grievance against me?" Zhang Yu was direct enough to ask at once.
Jiang Feng gave a slight bow. "I would not dare."
Zhang Yu smiled faintly. "You have inherited my legacy, so you may be considered my disciple."
"Presumably, you also knew that I was here at the Great Wilderness Golden Summit. Why did you not come to see me after arriving?"
Hearing this, Jiang Feng grew even more irritated. "Divine Lord, you stand so high above us. How could people like us possibly meet you so easily?"
Zhang Yu frowned slightly, stepped forward, and pointed a finger at Jiang Feng's brow.
At once, scattered scenes rose directly from above