Taking a deep breath, the Northern Emperor gritted his teeth, suppressing various emotions,
and then he spoke in a deep voice:
"Treasures, I am currently bereft of possessions myself, promising, Fellow Daoist may not believe."
"In the end, I can only exchange techniques for things."
Pausing slightly, a glint flashed in his eyes:
"But I don't know Fellow Daoist's true form, how am I supposed to know what techniques Fellow Daoist has and doesn't have?"
Zhang Fusheng's heart sank, realizing that any mistake could easily expose the truth.
At the level of Daluo's Marvelous Techniques, he truly doesn't understand much, at most what he's heard in the mythologies of his past life,
Of course, also what the head of the Eastern Emperor once said, the technique exclusively mastered by the Northern Emperor.
As his thoughts churned,
Zhang Fusheng calmly spoke:
"Northern Emperor, Fellow Daoist has a technique to sever my binding path, which is indeed marvelous."
