"Pitiful Da Yu, how could you possibly have trapped me?" Wu Zhiqi snorted coldly, his expression growing ever more arrogant, "I broke free from the seal long ago, just that I've been in close-door cultivation to restore my mana. It wasn't until I noticed you, this sneaky little demon, passing by my place of retreat that I followed to see what exactly you are up to."
By now, White Lotus Boy had ascertained Wu Zhiqi's origins and looked at him thoughtfully with a smile: "Has my friend figured out what we are busy doing?"
"Isn't it just collecting the power of faith from the Human Race?" Wu Zhiqi said disdainfully: "I've already employed such tricks back in Ancient Times. At that time, all the lands along the Huai and Ji rivers were under my domain, what villagers of the Human Race dared not to worship me?"
