"Fellow Daoist, please stay." Wanxiang Tianzi had initially thought this phrase was meant for someone else, after all, as Wanxiang Tianzi, he was sitting in his own room and not seeing anyone off.
Instinctively putting down the book, he looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zheng Ming smiling faintly at him, a trace of humor lingering in his expression.
In that instant, Wanxiang Tianzi suddenly felt his heart tighten as if seized. He was so nervous he nearly forgot to breathe. What was Zheng Ming doing here? Had he decided not to confront Zuo Shoumei and instead come here to pick on an easy target?
Thinking of his own status as one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Pillars and a recipient of divine favor, a trace of displeasure rose in his heart.
But realistically, engaging Zheng Ming in a fight offered little chance of victory. He had already lost once before, and now Zheng Ming carried the honorary title of double Dharma King.
