"So, old man, what did you see?"
Chen Chang'an asked, his face sporting a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
"Nothing... nothing at all,"
"Kid, I didn't see anything."
The White Half-Immortal immediately shook his head like a rattle drum, his gaze towards Chen Chang'an now tinged with a hint of fear.
However, after observing for a few seconds and finding that Chen Chang'an had no intention of hurting him, he gradually let out a sigh of relief.
"Kid, people of the Wuxiang realm do not deceive each other."
"Can you tell me who you really are?"
After breathing a large sigh of relief, the White Half-Immortal carefully relayed his question to Chen Chang'an.
He originally didn't want to ask, but,
Every time he thought of the divine demons he saw in the sky, and the figure sitting on his throne all alone looking down at the world, his legs couldn't help but tremble.
If he doesn't clarify this question, he probably won't have peace for the rest of his life!
"Sure."