(There's another chapter before midnight, and four chapters tomorrow.)
Underground.
Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes and slowly awoke.
"Taoist Brother Fusheng, did you sleep well?" A dignified middle-aged man asked softly.
Zhang Fusheng glanced sideways, gazing at the already resurrected Emperor Tang, and said with a smile:
"Erfeng, how does it feel to become the Cyan Emperor, merging with the Cyan Emperor Celestial Position?"
Emperor Tang shook his head:
"I don't feel much myself, just know there is a vast 'authority' awaiting me, but I lack the ability to wield it, and also..."
He spoke puzzledly:
"What exactly do you mean by Erfeng? Why does Taoist Brother Fusheng always address me this way?"
Zhang Fusheng laughed:
"Just a habit."
Three question marks appeared on Emperor Tang's forehead—Isn't this our first meeting?
He asked suspiciously:
"Are you familiar with me after traversing the Underworld?"
Zhang Fusheng shrugged:
"Never met before."
