Outside the God of Death's Temple.
Wu Wang strolled slowly with his hands clasped behind his back. Young Master stood silently at the temple entrance, carefully emitting a faint divine radiance. This allowed the Resentment Power emanating from the God of Death to dissipate on the spot, so as not to disturb Wu Wang's contemplation.
At this moment, Young Master had too many things she couldn't understand. For instance, the attitude of the Heavenly Emperor, Emperor Shun, towards him, and the problem with the mirror—his attitude towards the Heavenly Emperor, Emperor Shun. Could there be hidden truths she was unaware of? The question should be how many hidden truths there were that she still knew nothing about.
Young Master couldn't help but recall the few words the Heavenly Emperor, Emperor Shun, had said when he withdrew his Divine Skills and retreated...
