Wu Chu's words revealed several pieces of information to Qingqiu Chen. First, Purple Jade Daoist had not truly perished; after one calamity cycle, he would return again.
Qingqiu Chen did not dare be certain of this. After all, Purple Jade Daoist was a Golden Immortal. So long as his Indestructible Spirit Light had not been worn away, perhaps he truly could return one day.
The other point was that Wu Chu had revealed why he remained here. Lastly, he had once more revealed that his strength was not weak, that he did not fear death, and that he was not afraid of the Dragon Clan coming for revenge.
Of course, all of that was pure bluffing.
Qingqiu Chen silently drank his spirit wine while secretly observing Wu Chu. The little girl beside him stared around curiously with a pair of black gemstone-like eyes.
She was especially captivated by the splendid palace. Qingqiu had nothing like this; they lived in cave abodes, not strange buildings like this.
Wu Chu gave Qingqiu Chen a very strange impression. He clearly looked like an ordinary being with cultivation so low it was outrageous, even weaker than some ordinary creatures that had yet to take Transformation Form.
Yet Wu Chu carried the aura of quite a few Merit Spiritual Treasures. One aura of Merit was so powerful that even Qingqiu Chen was secretly alarmed.
Leaving aside everything else, even this Main Hall was a Merit Spiritual Treasure. It was simply extravagant.
Besides, with such meager cultivation, how could he possibly have taken Transformation Form?
Clearly, like Yueling and Lantern-Burning Daoist, Qingqiu Chen believed Wu Chu had to be some unknown old monster deliberately pretending to have weak cultivation in order to deceive others.
After all, the Primordial Land was filled with eccentric old monsters.
But