What was more, given how emotionally stable Ye Xishui was, it was entirely possible that she had swallowed Old Ghost Zhongli's soul outright after his death.
As Chen Ping watched the three Limit Douluos confront one another, his mind raced.
Mu En was known to be over two hundred and fifty years old, only a few years apart from Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui before him. His talent also ranked among the very best on the entire Douluo Continent.
That meant the three of them should have been around twenty-five when their cultivation was between Level 70 and Level 80.
Everything Ye Xishui had just described had happened roughly two hundred and twenty years ago. Two hundred and twenty years ago...
Chen Ping silently committed that number to memory, then recalled the timeline between Old Ghost Zhongli's accidental entry into Qiankun Asking Love Valley and his escape through its seal. His gaze toward Ye Xishui immediately filled with revulsion.
This woman had practically turned lying into an instinct. During the very period when the events she described had taken place, Old Ghost Zhongli had still been fucking imprisoned in Qiankun Asking Love Valley. He would not have gotten out for at least another dozen years!
What orders from Old Ghost Zhongli? What pursuit by Old Ghost Zhongli?
At that time, Old Ghost Zhongli had already been as good as dead to the Holy Spirit Cult!
Could anyone imagine someone entering a forbidden land that no one dared set foot in, disappearing for many decades, and still being alive?
After enduring the God of Love's torment until he finally managed to find an opportunity to escape Qiankun Asking Love Valley, Old Ghost Zhongli had returned to the Holy Spirit Cult to find that barely anyone there could even recognize him.
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