Hmm, not important.
Returning to the room, Zhang Fusheng sat cross-legged on the bed.
He needed to contemplate the matter of proving himself as a Great Divine Power User.
"But tracing cause and effect, that scoundrel seemed to do something in the Eight Sceneries Palace behind my back… yet it's completely unclear."
Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, a cold glint in his eye.
This is indeed a destabilizing factor.
He wondered if this mirror-like self of his was truly arranged by the Supreme — regardless of whether it was or wasn't, it was still best to eliminate it.
Zhang Fusheng made up his mind.
Just as he was about to enter the Divine Realm, he suddenly heard thunder rolling, startling him.
"Is this… the westward pilgrimage?"
Zhang Fusheng's gaze was profound.
.........
Other Shore World.
"Let's go, let's go."
A young-looking girl spoke gently, with Old Master and Wei Lingzhu following behind her, exchanging glances.
