Chu Feng was flabbergasted. Was this grandson hiding in the sarcophagus a great being? Had he been pretending to be stupid and pretending to be the most sinister and vicious of the nine Netherworlds?
He wasn’t feeling well at all. He felt that this was too unexpected. No matter what, he had never thought that the great being living in seclusion in the wilderness would be by his side!
But Chu Feng pondered for a moment and felt that this wasn’t very reliable. It wasn’t very likely.
Before this, he had personally experienced the terrifying dream of the great expert who had already reached the end of his decline and was about to die. If not for the protection of the stone jar, his bones would have rotted into dregs.
Not to mention him, even Ji Caixuan and Li Jiuxiao, these two heaven warping divine kings who were on the Yang Realm’s list, had almost died miserably. They were at the gates of Hell and were relying on the treasures bestowed by their ancestors to escape.