Chapter 822 — Two Empresses Stand Side by Side
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Crimson Bright Divine Son returned the greeting.
Lizheng frowned deeply, looking at the people within the building, and felt that all was not well.
There were far too many giants here. The three of them could be called the least conspicuous of all, and the three weakest.
For now everyone looked harmonious, but when it truly came to blows, the first to be wiped out would likely be the three of them.
"Even if the First Ancestor himself came, I fear he could not stir up much of a wave..." he groaned inwardly.
Shen Mu looked at the writing on the wall with great interest and smiled. "Lizheng, there are many interesting things here."
"Hmm."
Lizheng said with a dark face, "You keep quiet. When you speak, you make yourself a target for everyone."
Shen Mu gave a sound of assent, but his thoughts began to stir. He thought: "Wei Suifeng is the eldest disciple of Teacher Woodcutter, the founding ancestor of the Heavenly Sage Sect, and the senior brother both of me and of the Jingping Imperial Preceptor. From the writing he left behind, he went to explore Guixu, and there encountered Ling Tianzun, and then somehow returned to the ancient Longhan era, and somehow became the Right General of the Heavenly Court's Yulin Army. In the Empress affair, he must have known many secrets—yet on the way back to the Heavenly Court, he met Ling Tianzun again. As for this 'extinguished the lamp and went back'..."
Shen Mu thought for a moment, glanced at the lantern flying beside him, and thought: "Eldest Senior Brother probably crossed over to the Longhan era by day, and would cross back again by night. He did not want to return, so he refined the sun into lanterns one by one and hung them all around, keeping himself forever in a state of daylight. When he met Ling Tianzun again, he felt it was time he went back, and so he extinguished the lamps and crossed back. And it is fortunate he went—that is why he did not become one of the Yulin Army's crossing-over incidents."
"What sort of place is Guixu?"
It suddenly came back to him: among the geographical maps the founding ancestor had given him, one was a map of a deep abyss within the ocean!
Could it be that that map was Guixu?
"Sect Master Shen." Crimson Bright Divine Son greeted Shen Mu with a smile.
Shen Mu returned the greeting, smiling ambiguously. "Crimson Bright Divine Son, when we met danger on the deck just now, the Divine Son ran quite fast."
Crimson Bright Divine Son smiled. "I have always known the Sect Master's methods, and so did not lend aid. When the Sect Master wreaked havoc in the Xuankong Realm back then, you nearly tore my Xuankong Realm apart—how could you be stumped by such a trifling danger?"
Shen Mu beamed. "The Divine Son certainly knows how to talk."
"Shanghuang Shen Bati."
Luo Wushuang's voice came: "Long time no see."
Shen Mu looked toward the voice and smiled. "Luo the Divine Blade, just now you ran faster than anyone—you did not even spare a thought for seeking revenge on me. I had hoped you would run over and save me; never did I expect you would only look after your own life."
Luo Wushuang smiled. "Shen Bati of the Shanghuang era, I wonder whether your sword is still as keen as it once was."
Shen Mu laughed heartily. "My swordsmanship is even better now—the finest under heaven. Zhe Huali, tell your master how my swordsmanship fares."
Lizheng coughed once.
Shen Mu pretended not to hear.
Lizheng snorted coldly and thought, "These past few years I have not taught him a lesson, and this lad has grown more and more inflated, reckoning himself first in swordsmanship. In the past he was always so modest, reckoning himself second."
Zhe Huali said in a deep voice, "Master Luo, Shen Mu's swordsmanship is peerless under heaven, no weaker than mine."