Luoyang watched him with a dark expression. Although this weakness of his was obvious, not just anyone could exploit it.
"Do you think that now you're stronger, you can defy your superior?"
"Or do you intend to test my strength?"
Haotian hurriedly waved his hands. "Please don't misunderstand, Lord Luoyang. You're so powerful. How could I possibly be your match?"
"I merely meant that I have a good eye. It can be very useful to you."
"Besides, the Primordial World has many powerful figures, especially the Demon Emperor. You must be careful."
Both of them were monstrously twisted individuals.
In truth, neither had ever trusted the other.
Although Haotian claimed to be afraid,
he no longer respected Luoyang as much as he had at first.
Naturally, Luoyang sensed it too.
But he felt Haotian still had considerable use to him, so he had no intention of doing anything to him.
"Hmph. I doubt you'd dare harbor any improper ambitions."
"Now tell me where the Lord of Fate is. I intend to reclaim my puppet body."
Luoyang spoke calmly, as though it were only natural.
He already regarded the Lord of Fate as something in his pocket.
At that moment, Haotian laughed. "Of course. You can ask for his location whenever you wish, Lord Luoyang."
"But a crafty hare has three burrows, after all. I can't ascertain the Lord of Fate's exact location, but I know he must be in one of three places."
"The Lord of Fate is terribly afraid of death. I worry that he's laid traps throughout his territory. You must proceed with caution, my lord."
Luoyang frowned at Haotian, suddenly wondering whether he had been taken for a ride.
This fellow actually didn't know the Lord of Fate's exact location.
Then what right did he have to