"Almost seamless!"
Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward, smiling as he spoke.
He wore a Taoist robe and held a horsetail whisk in his hand, exuding an ethereal aura like a sage hidden from the mundane world.
"Almost?"
The Celestial Emperor frowned slightly.
Using this word implied that his 'Empty City Strategy' had flaws.
As the foremost Fate Master of the human race, no one had pointed out his shortcomings for many years.
"Please take a look!"
Zhang Sanfeng waved the horsetail whisk in his hand, and countless strands of fate force appeared, soaring into the sky.
In the next moment, on the world curtain of the Great Profound Sky's grand world, a mysterious rhyme in Dao appeared, suppressing a strand of fate force.
The Celestial Emperor's pupils shrank sharply, his face changing; could there really be a flaw?
To the eyes of ordinary people, this Dao mark might not seem remarkable in the slightest.
But in his eyes, he could glean much useful information.
For instance,
