"Dao Ancestor, what an unexpected guest you are in my humble Underworld."
Qin Mu stood with his hands behind his back, utterly composed, with no hint of pleasure or anger in his voice.
He sized up Hongjun before him, his heart clear as a mirror.
This fellow had not come early or late, but precisely when the Primordial Heavenly Demon had emerged and Qin Mu himself had just broken through.
And judging by his frantic appearance, where was the bearing of a Dao Ancestor? He was clearly at the end of his rope, here to call for reinforcements.
Hongjun grew somewhat uncomfortable under Qin Mu's scrutiny. The emotional fluctuations on that indistinct face of his became even more obvious.
He took a deep breath, forcibly calming himself, though his voice carried a trace of urgency. "Fellow Daoist Qin Mu, I presume you already know what happened at Kunlun Mountain."
Qin Mu nodded noncommittally in response.
What nonsense. With such a huge commotion, if he still did not know, then his breakthrough into the Heavenly Dao Realm would have been for nothing.
"What exactly is the origin of that Primordial Heavenly Demon? Does the Dao Ancestor know?" Qin Mu could not be bothered to beat around the bush and went straight to the point.
He wanted to see what other tricks this Heavenly Dao Spokesperson could still pull out.
At his words, Hongjun subconsciously glanced at Empress Pingxin beside them, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.
What he was about to say concerned the deepest secrets of the Primordial Wilderness—taboos that even the Heavenly Dao could not fully control. It would likely be inappropriate for an outsider to hear them.
Qin Mu saw through his thoughts and waved a hand impatiently.
"Don't worry. She's one of us."
Those four simple