Miss Mingyue looked up in astonishment, as both the Ninth Seat Yuan Tiandao and the Sixth Seat Yuan Feidao held their breath.
The final sound of the Celestial Venerate's voice fell:
"That is, the Great Tang Saint of the past, Li Shimin."
The Sixth Seat Yuan Feidao leaned back, then suddenly looked towards the Ninth Seat, utterly certain that the Ninth Seat hailed from Chang'an Town!
Moreover, he was even his own brother!
The Taoist Palace was engulfed in deathly silence,
Yuan Tiandao continued to prostrate on the ground, trembling slightly, and then kowtowed three times:
"Thank you, Celestial Venerate, for enlightening me!"
He trembled all over from excitement.
The Great Tang's Saint, the incarnation of Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole.
It's that one.
The one awaited by the three tomb-guarding families for countless years.
The Celestial Venerate gave a faint "Hmm," as if closing his eyes again, leaving only a trace of a lingering sound.
