Several immortal-level experts were connected to Chen Fan.
The one he had spent the longest time with, and knew best, was actually Beiming.
After all, the two had practiced swordsmanship together in the Time Secret Realm for a hundred years.
The problem was that this was only Chen Fan's one-sided belief that they had the best relationship.
With Beiming's peculiar personality, even if Chen Fan was his direct disciple, if he sensed Chen Fan deducing him, he might not necessarily give Chen Fan any response.
"Judging by their personalities, if I deduce the Ice Extreme Saint Emperor, there's the greatest chance he'll pay attention to me... But the problem is, how do I convey my thoughts and ask him for help..."
If he deduced the Ice Extreme Saint Emperor, he could indeed draw the Ice Extreme Saint Emperor's attention. But the problem was that Chen Fan could only deduce; he had no way to transmit his consciousness or thoughts.
How could he convey information about the predicament he faced through deduction alone?
Chen Fan racked his brains, yet still could not find an answer.
And in truth, even if he could convey that information, how could the Ice Extreme Saint Emperor help him?
In Chen Fan's eyes, the Ice Extreme Saint Emperor's goodwill toward him was merely a passing whim, something done casually because he found it interesting.
Did he truly value Chen Fan that greatly?
Not necessarily.
Chen Fan once again sank into thought and indecision.
His gaze fell upon the enormous Thunder Beast statue before him, and a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind.
He drew a deep breath, and his eyes gradually burned with fervor.
"Who says I have to deduce one of the three of them, like the Ice Extreme Saint Emperor... Perhaps I