"Is the old man referring to the case of the carving in Confucius Temple's Literature Palace?" At this, Chen Chang'an did not wait for Liang Renxing to say anything, but took the initiative to speak.
A hint of a thoughtful smile hovered on the corner of his lips.
"You already know?!" Liang Renxing was caught off guard by Chen Chang'an's remark.
Seeing this, Chen Chang'an's smile grew brighter, then he shook his head and said:
"Old man, there is nothing unknown about this."
"Currently, the Confucian Sect, bolstered by the luck of the Human Race from the Three Thousand Realms, is at its zenith."
"But, even at its zenith, the Sect is still a bit short of the top ten sects."
"It is still somewhat lacking."
"And at this time, I, who controls the Heavenly Void God, appeared."
"Why would they invite me at such a critical moment? The answer hardly needs guessing."
Upon hearing Chen Chang'an's words, Liang Renxing couldn't help but be stunned:
"So, you already knew."