"Ahead, that's Hangu City."
The handsome young man gazed at the majestic city, then turned his head to look at Zhu Xiaoming, who wore a troubled expression.
He smiled along with the withered woman lying on his back, and then asked:
"My Vajra Guardian, what are you thinking about?"
Zhu Xiaoming touched his large, shiny bald head:
"Buddha Son, I'm thinking about Old Zhang, is he still alive?"
"Zhang Fusheng?"
The Buddha Son's expression became slightly solemn, and he sighed lightly:
"I haven't been paying attention, so I don't know much. But from the last bit of news, it seems he's doing well, holding a high position in a superior city called Chongyang."
Zhu Xiaoming seemed a bit lost, Chongyang...
Over the two months he spent by the Buddha Son's side, he gradually came to understand the matters of the Cultivation Realm,
and even met an old man referred to as Walking Under God, who seemed very powerful — far more powerful than any Martial Arts Master.
