The pressure of a Primordial Spirit could linger in the air for quite some time.
As the power dissipated, Shangguan Yang slowly got to his feet.
He stared at Jiang Man in disbelief.
As for the other's claim that the Evil God was one of his people, he didn't believe a single word of it.
"Since you also work for the Evil God, you should know what needs to be done," Shangguan Yang said, staring intently at Jiang Man.
"You yourself called it an 'Evil God.' Why would I follow its will?" Jiang Man shook his head slightly and continued, "Besides, we are not the same."
"Don't we both rely on the Evil God? Without the Evil God, could you have become the prodigy everyone knows you as? But how long can you maintain that status? The Evil God's power can only get you to the Primordial Spirit realm at most, right? Helping you any further would expose them," Shangguan Yang sneered. "I thought you were a true prodigy. I never expected you to be a follower of the Evil Dao as well."
