"Who else but me?"
Lu Yan was both astonished and felt it was somewhat expected.
The Taiyi Immortal had struggled for survival for seven hundred years, logically, the first true heir of the Taiyi Sect should find a way to save the Taiyi Immortal.
Yet the Ancestral Hall was in ruin, Jiang Zhiwei sat above the altar bearing the Taiyi Immortal's position, showing no respect to this founding ancestor of the Taiyi Sect.
Such actions seemed not to aim at saving the Taiyi Immortal but rather at preventing its corpse from suddenly awakening.
Combining various clues and Jiang Zhiwei's words, Lu Yan was already forming a judgment in his mind.
Jiang Zhiwei's answer merely confirmed Lu Yan's guess.
Seeing Lu Yan was not as shocked as anticipated, Jiang Zhiwei seemed disappointed, puckering his lips:
"Indeed, conversing with a deep-minded brat like you is not interesting.
While I'm in a relatively good mood, ask anything you want quickly, or you won't get another chance."
