"Who are you?"
Zhu Ranyu sat upright, looking at the utterly unremarkable-looking Immortal before him, and said coolly, "You know what information I want?"
He Pingsheng said nothing.
He circulated the magic power within him slightly.
The appearance of the Thirty-Two Great Men vanished instantly, revealing his true face.
"Fuck... He Pingsheng..."
The moment the upright-seated Zhu Ranyu saw He Pingsheng, he was so frightened that he jumped straight out of his seat. The teacups and bowls in his hands and on the table all clattered to the floor.
"It's you..."
"Impossible... impossible... absolutely impossible..."
"How could you have come back?"
"Speak. Who told you to impersonate He Pingsheng?"
Zhu Ranyu was shocked, terrified, and unable to believe it.
Nor was he willing to believe it!
"Damn you... you dare toy with a Dao Lord... you're courting death..." Behind He Pingsheng, Zhu Ranyu's disciple, a black-robed Great All-Encompassing Golden Immortal, raised his hand to attack him.
Yet raising his hand was all he managed.
Splat...
The next instant!
The black-robed Great All-Encompassing Golden Immortal turned straight into a shower of blood.
From beginning to end, He Pingsheng had not moved once.
He had not even looked back at him.
"Ah..." The disciple turned into Immortal Soul Light, screamed in fright, and flew away with a whoosh.
Before the great hall, only He Pingsheng and Zhu Ranyu remained now.
Zhu Ranyu's pupils contracted sharply several times. Now, he was almost one hundred percent certain that the man before him was He Pingsheng.
"It really is you?"
"You've come back?"
"How could you return to the Immortal Realm from the Heavenly Ruins?"
Even Zhu Ranyu's voice trembled as he spoke.
Now that He Pingsheng had returned and come straight to his door, what did that mean?
It meant that the other party