"Why do you say that?"
Chen Yu narrowed his eyes. "Being kept here is the main problem"—the sentence sounded completely reasonable, yet at the same time, it somehow didn't seem quite right.
Aoyin sneered, "Master, do you have any idea how prominent this bastard of an Immortal King was back in his day? In terms of your present era, he was equivalent to a general, an invincible existence beneath the Saints. Just one step further and he could have forged an eternal orthodoxy, established his own sect, and shaken all directions. Yet why would he choose to slumber here for over three thousand years?"
Chapter 1011