Lu Changsheng instantly saw through the thoughts of the black-clad martial artist.
To be honest, he had considered silencing him, but it wasn't necessary.
So what if he had used Divine Skills to counter-slay a Holy Beast?
He possessed three Infinite Divine Powers, warranting such confidence!
What's more, the other party had no idea who he was.
Even so, Lu Changsheng decided to warn the man.
"I don't want to hear any rumors about me in the Cloud Map Mountain Range back in the Holy Land."
"Understood, fellow Daoist. Don't worry—I'll keep my mouth shut completely."
The black-clad martial artist made repeated assurances.
Afterward, Lu Changsheng didn't say another word, turning into a streak of radiance and vanishing into the horizon.
"Whew..."
The black-clad martial artist finally heaved a sigh of relief.
His heart was filled with bitterness.
"I've finally managed to keep my life."
