"Though this venerable one is on the verge of death and dissolution, could it be that even before my end, Fellow Daoist is unwilling to speak a single word of truth?"
The Holy Son of Tiandao Palace swayed slightly, the life force within him dwindling ever further.
His face was deathly pale, and even his eyelids seemed incomparably heavy.
Only the gaze in his eyes remained sharp, filled with curiosity and yearning for the answer to this question.
His rolling eyes used their last bit of strength to ponder something.
"Every word this mountain man has spoken is true!"
Su Shi'er shook his head without hesitation, utterly unwilling to say anything more to the man before him.
Yet the moment his words fell—
The rolling eyes of the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace suddenly stopped. In an instant, as though he had thought of something, his eyes lit up brightly, and an expression of sudden realization appeared on his pale face.
"What a 'every word is true.' Even if you refuse to say it, do you really think this venerable one cannot guess?
Ordinary cultivators, even if they cultivated together, could never achieve such seamless coordination.
What a Su Shi'er, what a Daoist Tianshan. So the two of you..."
These sudden words immediately made Ling Yue Shang and the Demonic Cultivator Body in the distance prick up their ears, their attention settling on the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace.
There was clearly some secret between "Daoist Tianshan" and the Loose Immortal "Su Shi'er."
Ling Yue Shang was not particularly concerned about this secret.
But the Demonic Cultivator Body was immensely curious.
However—
Before the Holy Son of Tiandao Palace could finish speaking, his pupils abruptly widened, and great gushes of crimson blood spewed from his mouth.
His body staggered, then