Mm... I keep feeling Yang Jian was waiting for a chance to get back at me, using this to mess with my head.
Had Bian Zhuang led him astray?
No, that was not right either. Judging by how Yang Jian still remembered to look for the camera amid battle, it was clear he was already thoroughly familiar with this business. He was skilled at it—a seasoned recorder.
He even had quite the talent for it.
Forget it. He could not control it, so whatever.
His retirement plan could cast a wide net and catch plenty of fish. There was no need to hang himself from Yang Jian's single tree.
Sigh. If he did not maintain some distance from immortals, gods, and heavenly soldiers, where would even his most basic dignity come from?
Being a general and being a commander were two different concepts. To control the overall situation, one had to stand at a certain height.
This Yang Jian—True Lord Erlang, not yet fully grown—had truly given him a... little surprise.
Did this count as lifting a stone only to smash his own foot? A certain Ordinary Power God of the Heavenly Court could only smile bitterly to himself.
At the center of Xuandu City, at the entrance to the Primordial World.
Li Changshou concealed himself in the air, sitting cross-legged in meditation and quietly contemplating.
He had left a wisp of his mind outside. In such a dangerous environment, he could not possibly immerse his entire mind in comprehending the Dao.
Even if Jin Peng, ever dutiful, stood at one end of this passage, several Dao Sect experts were setting up a composite grand formation at the other, and the Taiji Diagram floated above his head while his Primordial Spirit rested beside the Xuanhuang Pagoda...
Being a little more