"AAAGGGHHH! It's true, it's true! I'm telling you the truth," the old man cried out, weak and in pain.
Only then did Jiang Zuo withdraw his hand. Mo Mingbei's Thunder Needle also vanished. If not for the man's utter weakness, it would have seemed as if nothing had happened at all.
Jiang Zuo stood there indifferently, as if he hadn't done a thing.
But when Mo Mingbei looked at Jiang Zuo again, he felt a strange sense of panic. This silent man might brutally murder him on a whim.
He was now completely at the other's mercy.
Jiang Zuo spoke. "How much do you know about the ancient era?"
Mo Mingbei shook his head. "I was severely injured, so I know very little about the ancient era. Besides, I've always hidden in the depths of the void, far from where the Human Race gathered. I rarely received any news from there."
Jiang Zuo then asked, "Do you know what the Celestial Stele Divine War is?"
