That smile of absolute confidence lingered at the corners of the Elder of Chaos's mouth for a long time before slowly fading.
The Elder of Chaos closed his eyes again, Chaos laws circulating endlessly around him, as though he had merged with the entire chaotic void.
Yet Gu Changqing's sigh echoed over and over in his heart, refusing to fade.
He suspected nothing.
The Elder of Chaos truly suspected nothing.
From what he knew of Gu Changqing, if that drunkard had really gained anything from Lord Taisu, he would have announced it to the world long ago, told everyone in the Interception Sect, and even itched to flaunt it brazenly before the Profound Gate.
That was Gu Changqing's nature.
Wild, unrestrained, and utterly indifferent to the eyes of the world.
When he had something to be proud of, he never kept it hidden.
But this time, he had said nothing.
There had been only a sigh.
That single sigh was enough to explain everything.
Gu Changqing had never found any trace of Lord Taisu.
Or, even if he had, he had failed to get what he wanted.
Either possibility was tremendous news for the Elder of Chaos.
After all, his greatest trump card at present was the Taisu True Exposition.
If Gu Changqing mastered the same Dharma method, how could he continue to keep the Interception Sect suppressed?
Fortunately, Heaven had not forsaken him, the Elder of Chaos.
"Heh..."
The Elder of Chaos chuckled softly, the sound drifting through the chaotic void with a smugness he could scarcely contain.
He withdrew his gaze from the Primordial World Heaven and Earth and turned toward Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who sat cross-legged beside him.
By now, the latter had also opened his eyes and was looking in the direction of Golden Ao Island.