867 Died So Simply

Very High Heavens, Dao Emperor Palace.

Zi Changluo couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Days had passed but no news came from Gongshu Shipan.

If that wasn’t enough, the sects that regularly send him news of the Immortal World were also silent.

No. Carrying on like this is the not the solution. If Mo Wuji didn’t have the feat of killing a Dao Emperor, Zi Changluo really wouldn’t have cared too much about him. However, the key thing was that Mo Wuji’s battle records were indeed too shocking; Mo Wuji was even able to kill Lun Pa. One must know that even he, Zi Changluo, wouldn’t be able to kill Lun Pa.

"Men, get Lei Hongji here," Zi Changluo decided not to wait any further.

"Yes." A response came from outside the Dao Emperor Palace.

In less than half an incense’s time, a deep voice came from outside the palace, "Master, you’re finding me?"

Zi Changluo said warmly, "Hongji, come in. I have some matters I want you to handle.