The depths of the Purple Cloud Hall, those seated listeners seemed indifferent to Zheng Fa and the newcomers, not turning their heads, simply gazing earnestly at the figure sitting high on the platform.
Hong Jun Taoist sat cross-legged on the platform, his gaze swept over Zheng Fa and the others, and his glance made Zheng Fa's heart jolt — that gaze seemed to penetrate time, falling upon him.
Is this truly just the memory of the Fusang Wood...
Zheng Fa couldn't help but doubt, yet saw Hong Jun Taoist already turning his head, opening his mouth, as if about to start his sermon.
He quickly perked up his ears, not mentioning that this session involving the Hongmeng Purple Qi, such a Supreme Treasure, hearing it within the Purple Cloud Palace was already a great opportunity, how could he not anticipate it?
But when Hong Jun Taoist spoke, Zheng Fa felt like his forehead was struck by a heavy hammer, buzzing, bewildered.
Can't understand!
