Splish, splash.
The sleeves of this divine spirit fluttered without wind, floating in the void, and walked forward step by step.
Zhu Zhengwei deliberately slowed his steps, secretly watching the reaction of this Emperor Tang upon seeing him.
Does he recognize this Tear Mole God?
Has the image I crafted actually been generated in the Journey to the West world of primordial chaos mythology?
Who am I really?
He was hesitant in his heart, feeling an intense sense of tension.
After all, he had laid out plans for so long, it was like waiting for the moment when answers would be revealed, extremely tense, continually getting closer step by step, slowly waiting for the other side to react.
"Ah, Zhenyuanzi?"
Emperor Tang stood in the void, showing a hint of surprise, glanced over.
But then he showed a trace of doubt, carefully scrutinized afterward.
It's actually Zhenyuanzi.
