"You damned legs, run faster!!"
After leaving Ankang Hospital, Zhang Fusheng was sprinting wildly.
He was terribly afraid that the Twelve Refinements Martial Artist would notice something amiss and chase after him.
When he heard that guy instruct Dean Long to seek out the 'Chai Gate', he immediately understood; this was probably someone from the Western Sect.
His senior brother had mentioned that the Chai Gate was in contact with the Western Sect.
And with that phrase 'Heavenly Communication'...
He sprinted all the way, until he was about to leave the dark alley, Zhang Fusheng found a deserted spot, leaned against the wall, and took a heavy breath.
"That was close. Luckily, I managed to bluff through. What are Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters?"
He recalled the two terms uttered by the Great Martial Artist when he exclaimed about the Divine Realm.
After pondering for a bit, Zhang Fusheng had a vague speculation:
