Hongjun was, after all, an existence beyond Saints. His senses for danger and schemes were exceptionally sharp. He pinched his fingers and calculated, yet could not divine anything. But for him, being unable to calculate was the clearest possible warning. As the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, there was only one person under heaven whom he could not calculate!
"Qin Fen, you bastard!" Hongjun cursed under his breath, already vaguely on guard.
"Could it be that, besides abolishing the Investiture of the Gods, he has some other backup plan?" Hongjun muttered. When it came to Qin Fen, he truly had no solution. That guy was a complete troublemaker. The long-term effects of his constant derailments meant that even Hongjun could not see through what he would do.
As the supreme existence between heaven and earth, bar none, Hongjun possessed not only profound cultivation but also far-reaching insight. Yet Qin Fen was someone he could not fathom. Every move made by a Saint lay within his sight, except for Qin Fen, because sometimes even Qin Fen himself could not control what he did!
How was he supposed to guess? Hongjun was dumbfounded and could not make sense of it.
Qin Fen was a mortal. Though he had some cleverness and often boasted that even immortals could not disregard mortal wisdom, there was one thing to keep in mind: experience. As the saying went, an old thing that refused to die was a thief. Hongjun had existed since Pangu and the beginning of chaos. In this world, he had lived the longest. What had he not seen?
If it followed an ordinary person's schemes, then even someone with intelligence bordering on the demonic would not be Hongjun's match, because before Hongjun, even prodigies were ants.
But Qin Fen was different. Everything he