Little Bad King stood inside the study doorway, as deferential as a eunuch and as rigorous in his reasoning as Judge Bao, laying out every suspicion in his heart.
Behind the screen, the Divine Sect's sovereign pondered for a long time before saying softly, "Baoyuan died a natural death at the end of his lifespan. Before his burial, his body lay in state on Myriad Spirits Main Peak for eight days. The court officials, close friends of his realm, people from the Ancient Clans and Ancient Sects who came to pay their respects, and the disciples kneeling vigil outside the Memorial Hall... there were far more than a hundred thousand!"
"You're saying he didn't die? Then everyone was blind?"
Although Little Bad King had never feared powerful figures who were of no use to him, facing the current Lord of the Divine Court alone still put considerable pressure on him. Even if the other party was merely a remnant soul produced by the Heavenly Dao Manifestation, he had, after all, been a pillar of Order who ruled an era.
He was, after all, the last Divine Lord before the Migration Land collapsed, someone who had truly experienced the descent of the Ominous Being.
Clenching his buttocks, he cupped his fists and replied with neither servility nor arrogance, "Your Majesty, this disciple does not know how he fooled those countless mourners either. But as for the possibility that Baoyuan isn't dead, I am at least seventy or eighty percent certain."
Nearby, Long Er, who stood beside the sovereign, suddenly had an idea and ventured, "Father, Perfected Baoyuan died after exhausting his lifespan, and decades have passed since his death. Even if he consumed some divine object or obtained some sinister life-extending method, he couldn't possibly live a second life. This disciple