Wei Yuan still clearly remembered that when Shuli's Avatar saw the demon being destroyed, his expression changed unpredictably, from shock to despair, and then to numbness. The layers were distinct, detailed to the micro level, making it impossible to tell he was acting.
Indeed, these Yu Jing Realm experts are all cunning old foxes, none of them easy to deal with.
But now when carefully calculated, nineteen years ago was exactly when Zhang Sheng went down the mountain to seek the dragon.
Wei Yuan collected his thoughts and asked, "Uncles, you all saw it, right? Any suggestions?"
"We saw nothing."
"Divine Sense blocked."
"Nephew, were you saying something?"
Wei Yuan, expressionless, shook his umbrella, making Xu Henshui, Sun Yu, and Yu Zhizhuo all fall out. Now, the Zhu Xiu of the Taichu Palace could no longer pretend to be blind, each of them smiling wryly.
