Xie Ren did not answer, seeming silent, yet also contemplative.
Xie Tian quietly waited, silently savoring the words "Shen Xiao."
As for the answer to the second question, after experiencing so much, he had roughly guessed it, so Xie Wudi's image involuntarily surfaced in his mind once again.
"Evil Emperor's legacy..."
It was precisely because of the Evil Emperor's legacy that Shen Wushuang knew him so well.
But as the situation developed, he discovered the truth was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
"Taiwei claims to be my battle slave, yet Shen Wushuang was not surprised at all, as if he had known long before..."
"A deeply hidden cultivation of a half-step Dao Ancestor..."
...
Facing this unimaginable situation, it's a lie to say there's no pressure.
What's more, Xie Tian often increases the pressure himself.
However, when Xie Ren finished his contemplation, he saw no trace of seriousness on Xie Tian's face.
"Shen Xiao is not an ordinary person."
"Of course."
