"We don't really know the Great Immortal. It's just that the Great Immortal Tongxuan is the chief advisor under Lord Lang and the great elder of my Zhanghuang clan. We've only heard about him, we've only heard about him." The butterfly spirit said with an embarrassed smile, and when she mentioned Lord Lang, she couldn't help but straighten her body slightly.
"Well, I'm not very familiar with that Tongxuan Immortal." Wang Yao nodded. Since the topic had turned to Tongxuan Immortal, he had to clarify things first, otherwise he couldn't be accused of swindling if the conversation went astray.
"You're not familiar with the Immortal and the Great Immortal?" the two butterfly spirits asked in astonishment.
Wang Yao nodded, stood up, and searched the entire carriage for the remote control, only to find that the butterfly spirit had just picked it up and placed it on the coffee table.
Because of his previous doubts, he was reluctant to talk to the two butterfly spirits about his purpose in going to the Zhanghuang Clan. In fact, neither the Great Immortal Tongxuan nor Teng Wuji reminded him to keep his trip to the Zhanghuang Clan a secret. He was just going to find Huishuo, and there was nothing he needed to hide.
If, before boarding the Yellow Express, Wang Yao had been given a form to fill out like at the Shu ethnic group's immigration office, he would have written it down in detail long ago. He could have told not only Hui Shuo, but also Eunuch Wei. What couldn't he have said?
However, when faced with these two incredibly curious butterfly spirits, he always refused to clearly state his purpose, as if he were arguing with these two gossipy creatures.
Wang Yao found it funny himself, but he didn't want to talk about it, and besides, he hadn't figured out why he had just fallen asleep.
"Immortal, since you are not familiar with the Great Immortal Tongxuan and are a serving immortal, why did you think of coming to the Holy Realm and to our Zhanghuang Clan?" Just as Wang Yao was stubbornly determined not to reveal his purpose, the butterfly spirit pressed him for an answer.
"This...is it any of your business?" Wang Yao picked up the remote control and glanced at the butterfly spirit.
"No...it's alright, what does it have to do with us? We...we were just curious." The butterfly spirit hurriedly smiled sheepishly to clear her name.
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