If Taiyi had once merely been a fierce general capable of conquering and fighting, then now he was an emperor without any bottom line! His eyes held nothing but profit! A person like this might be incomparably warm toward you one second, then dare to stab you in the back the next!
It had to be said that such a person was terrifying, but also a qualified emperor!
Even Duan De was faintly astonished, though he then smiled. "That damned Heavenly Venerable... Lord Taiyi, to make use of the hatred between the Wu Clan and Demon Race—your love knows no bounds indeed! For the peace and tranquility of the Primordial World, you are truly compassionate! Duan De admires you, admires you... But this is not something most people can manage!"
At Duan De's words, Taiyi's smiling expression became slightly serious. He stared earnestly at Duan De and said, "The inability to cooperate does leave me somewhat disappointed! But if cooperation fails, friendship can still endure, can it not? I have quite a bit of information regarding Zhu Jiuyin! The most crucial point is that Zhu Jiuyin has not died to this day! Such news, I wonder..."
Before he could finish, Xuanming inside the Ancestral Witch Hall could not help but rise to her feet, clenching her fists. "Second Brother... Second Brother isn't dead? How is that possible..."
Xuanming cried out, and Ren was also shocked. "It is rather unbelievable! After all, your Wu Clan cultivates only the flesh, not the Primordial Spirit! All your hopes are fused into your essence blood! Zhu Jiuyin's body self-destructed, so he should have had no chance of revival! Yet what Taiyi says seems very real!"
With Ren's words, Xuanming, who had been clenching her fists, gradually calmed down. She stared coldly at the scene