The next day.
Lu Qing came running over early in the morning, his eyes slightly red and bloodshot.
Chen Tang asked, "What's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep last night?"
"Sigh, don't mention it."
Lu Qing said, "Quickly continue the story. What happened to Brother Wuji later?"
Ming Yuan and the Du Clan also came over, ready to listen to Chen Tang continue telling the Jianghu story from yesterday.
Chen Tang cleared his throat and started to tell the story, enjoying the process.
As he recounted Zhang Wuji's cultivation of the Nine Yang Divine Skill to dissolve the Profound Nether Cold Poison, a cold voice suddenly interrupted, with a hint of hostility.
"I've never heard of any Nine Yang Divine Skill that can dissolve Profound Nether True Qi."
Chen Tang was startled.
It was unclear when the Evil Emperor had arrived at Xiping Temple, and none of those present had noticed!
Lu Qing whispered, "Yesterday, my aunt asked me, so I told her the story once."
