Zhang Yuan silently backed away, returned to the bed in his cell, and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, treating Tan Chengcheng outside his cell as thin air, as though she had never come and he had never exchanged a single word with her.
Wait, was there something wrong with Tan Chengcheng?
Could someone at the celestial mid-stage kill a Divine Master?
She was already asking someone at the celestial mid-stage to assassinate a Divine Master. Would Tan Chengcheng dare ask him to kill a Golden Core True Lord next time?
By comparison, following Miaole to become a bodhisattva actually sounded like a good idea. At least he would die a little more slowly.
Besides, if Tan Chengcheng wanted to kill a Divine Master, couldn't she at least discuss it somewhere more secluded? The Heavenly Prison was right beneath the Imperial City. How was saying it here any different from saying it to the Divine Master's face?
What misery.
She really had landed me in a world of trouble.
Zhang Yuan sighed repeatedly inwardly. He could only hope Tan Chengcheng's words would not implicate him and leave him splattered with blood.
"Would you hear me out? How could I not know how powerful a Divine Master is? I would never send you to your death."
Seeing Zhang Yuan refuse to say a word or pay her any further attention, Tan Chengcheng was utterly speechless.
Just a moment ago, he had been throwing his weight around, acting as though he could kill anyone. Now that he had heard the target was a Divine Master, he wouldn't even speak or look at her. He had chickened out far too quickly.
Were all Celestial Persons from the Central Demon Realm like this?
Zhang Yuan opened one eye, wanting to hear what Tan Chengcheng