"Brother, is what we're doing a bit improper?"
In the wooden tower arranged by the Annihilation Sect for ThreeOld Daoist Sanxian.
Behind the wooden bed where ThreeOld Daoist Sanxian was sitting in meditation, two figures watched ThreeOld Daoist Sanxian's back through the veil, whispering and muttering to each other. At this moment, a faint trace of Dao charm still lingered around ThreeOld Daoist Sanxian. The powerful and secretive will that had descended here had just left. Otherwise, Wu Wang and the Sleep god wouldn't dare appear directly here.
How faint was that trace of Dao charm? If not for Brother Sleep God capturing this trace and placing it in front of Wu Wang, Wu Wang's divine thought at this time would have been utterly unable to detect it. Let alone a Transcendent Realm cultivator like the Grand Elder, even an Evil God like the turncoat Ming Snake wouldn't react to it at all.
How could the methods of the Heavenly Emperor be so easily seen through?
