Beside him, Great Shaman Liehuo sounded so aggrieved he could have coughed up blood. "Can you not bring that up? Can you not bring that up?!"
Flood Great Shaman's voice remained unchanged. "And Bingming... you lot..."
A voice pleaded from the other end, "Boss, let's talk business. Can we please talk business?"
You Dongtian suddenly caught on. What the hell? Was Flood Great Shaman using me as a prop to dredge up the other Great Shamans' dark pasts and teach them a lesson?
Fuck!
I, the dignified Right Route Heavenly King, was being used as your prop?
His thoughts raced, and he spoke with seeming casualness. "Speaking of Uncle Zuo, that reminds me of something. When I called him a few days ago, he actually mentioned you. He knew you were back, too, and asked me to give you his regards if I saw you."
Zuo Changlu really had said that.
"Pfft..."
"Pfft, pfft..."
A succession of strange noises came from the other end of the phone for quite some time.
You Dongtian could not help feeling bewildered. He moved the receiver away and thought for a moment. What was that sound? Did someone spit out their drink?
Was that really necessary? Surely not?!
Did this bunch laugh that easily?
I was the one passing on the message, and even I didn't get what was so funny...
He heard Flood Great Shaman draw a deep breath on the other end, seemingly suppressing the anger surging within him, before saying evenly, "We open the ruins in a month. All three parties must be present. Just tell me whether you have any objections."
You Dongtian thought for a moment and said, "The ruins belong to all humanity. I have no objection to that. But one thing is certain: a month definitely won't