He flew out of the Pure White Space and rode Liang Zai over to those unfilial brats.
Chen Changsheng, who was being held down by Leng Qingsong, had already quieted down. His eyes were vacant, as though he were a puppet.
A puppet?
Holy shit!
Surely this brat wasn't rushing straight here in his true form!
Ouyang landed right in front of Chen Changsheng and immediately slapped him.
The crisp slap brought Chen Changsheng back to his senses. At the sight of Ouyang, his expression relaxed a little, and he forced a smile. "Eldest Senior Brother, you're back!"
But Ouyang stared at Chen Changsheng and said out of nowhere, "Go back now! Once this is over, we'll talk in detail!"
"Go back? What do you mean, go back?" Chen Changsheng asked, playing dumb.
"Get back right now, you brat! You know what I mean!" Ouyang stared at Chen Changsheng and rapped him on the head, somewhat angry.
Chen Changsheng's true form, which was flying rapidly toward this part of the Mortal World, paused for a moment, but still stubbornly continued toward it.
If not for the Runic Gate's restraints, which currently prevented Immortals from returning to the Mortal World,
it would not have been only his own true form coming now, but also the former Immortal Array Ancestor!
His purple robes fluttered as Chen Changsheng stood suspended in the air, his silver-white mask gleaming, hesitation and struggle surfacing in his eyes.
Seeing Chen Changsheng hesitate, Ouyang struck while the iron was hot. "The Devil Race might not actually be what you imagine. There might be something more behind all this!"
Just as Ouyang was about to reveal a little more, Dongxu Zi's voice suddenly rang out in his mind. "This matter is of great consequence. Don't say too much!"
Ouyang