He Who Devours a God

"It's strange…" Dao Shen spoke, muttering to himself, but loud enough for the rest to hear him.

"What is strange?" asked Zhang Tian.

"The fact that the Fire Lord was able to stop her ladyship's Soul Speech… that's not something even I can do, and I specialize in Soul Dao, just like her ladyship…"

"Nothing is strange about that," Meng Hao's eyes opened up as he spoke. His cultivation was damaged, and his entire body seemed riddled with cracks from the flames of the Phoenix.

"What do you mean, Meng Hao," Dao Shen replied.

"He knew, from the start, he knew everything…" Meng Hao said, frustration clear in his eyes.

"I had my doubts, but this confirms it, the Fire Lord saw through our disguise and didn't even act, he didn't care that I wasn't the real Minor Spear, he didn't care, that I took the incense bowl, he didn't care that we escaped or harmed his general… he only acted, when she showed up," Meng Hao said.