"When I accompanied you to the Martial Saint Pavilion, didn't I see that person's appearance once? It couldn't be false!"
Cang Xing took a deep breath upon hearing this.
"Accompanied by the Divine Farmer Bureau Si Zheng?"
The disciple nodded: "Yes, that puppet probably just died not long ago. Its neck was still crooked. Given the current situation in Zangfeng State, who else could survive under such circumstances?"
"It can only be that Divine Farmer Bureau Si Zheng."
Cang Xing realized it made sense and quickly said: "Lead the way!"
The two raced all the way and soon arrived at the mountain gate.
At a glance, Cang Xing recognized the person at the forefront—it was indeed Mo Xu, who had once been chosen by Wen Hongsheng to become the Divine Descent Container.
For a moment, he seemed to see the shadow of the Martial Saint.
But in the next instant, he frowned because, although the young man's demeanor seemed upright and confident… it appeared somewhat tense?
