The faint, deep mist, under the guidance of that blurred figure, gathered into new words.
[They call me Supreme].
Zhang Fusheng stared at this line of words, bewildered.
Who?
Supreme??
He was first stunned, then quickly came to a realization.
You are Supreme... then who am I?
Zhang Fusheng's mind raced, doubting this person was the true [Supreme].
He fell silent for a moment, gazing at the indistinct mysterious figure,
then drew in the cold mist from Guanghan Palace again.
[Which Supreme?]
The misty words appeared, and he could clearly see the blurred figure seemed to chuckle,
Then Zhang Fusheng saw that suddenly a second figure appeared beside him—he was standing at the gate of Guanghan Palace,
This figure seemingly wearing white clothes, clearly walking in from outside the palace.
Therefore, in his eyes, this figure appeared as if it had materialized out of thin air,
