"Primordial Monarch?"
Zheng Fa listened to the five Dao Fruit holders discussing in the main tent. Suddenly, Daoist Li looked at Lord Nichang, his face anxious: "Did I forget something again?"
"Huh?"
Lord Nichang's face was blank, clearly not understanding the intent of the words.
"Primordial Monarch, you've seemed to be watching me all this time." Daoist Li spoke frankly without hiding anything, "I thought I had forgotten something important again."
Before Lord Nichang could respond, Monk Zhitong exclaimed, "So, it's not just this poor monk who felt this way."
True Immortal Xuanding, who usually spoke little, even chimed in: "Me too."
Lord Nichang's expression was somewhat awkward, her gaze drifting.
The others looked at her in confusion, except for Zheng Fa, who laughed inwardly—Lord Nichang had been eyeing him for days as well.
This person seemed to be playing a game of catching the mole, suspecting everyone in the tent.
Now it seemed that Daoist Li was the main suspect.
