Having figured out the temperament of the Octopus, Tang Rao quickly turned from passive to active, further deepening Old Crane's admiration for Tang Rao.
"Just now, the heavens told me that this old undead isn't a good thing, so they let me come down to take his life. You know, it's impossible to defy Heavenly Destiny, so I came down."
Who would believe Tang Rao's nonsense, but in no time he explained his purpose for coming down—clearly for a match against the Octopus.
"Old Crane, how strong is this octopus thing? Can I fight it head-on?"
Tang Rao had yet to battle a Hidden Immortal Emperor—such a holy being. If he could win, breaking into the top ten shouldn't be a problem.
"Big brother, I trust you. Why don't you give it a shot?"
If you can't win, should I step in?
Old Crane had reached a point of blind worship for Tang Rao,
"Then I'll give it a try. You better cheer me on from the back, got it?"
