"... "
The conference hall was silent.
The several sages fell into a mysterious silence, glancing at each other.
This distance, aren't they just one's own people?
Xiu's mouth twitched: "Didn't I say it, you're just a magnet for attracting sages, and you won't admit it."
"I also said that I'm not a magnet for attracting sages." Ying Zijin raised her eyes, "I'm a magnet for attracting silly-billies, it's just that among these silly-billies there happens to be sages."
Xiu: "..."
He suspected he was being subtly insulted.
"Since they're at home, let's go out and have a look." Fu Yunshen got up, looking lazily, "Let's see which 'lucky silly-billy' won the prize."
Upon hearing this, everyone else rushed to get up and followed him out.
Only Fu Yunshen and Ying Zijin knew about the Sage Emperor being killed eight times reincarnating.
But that doesn't necessarily prove the Emperor has no problems.
Instead, it might be a smoke grenade thrown by the black skeleton.
