The Little Golden Immortal maintained a bowing posture, hoping to wait for Zhu Minglang's response, yet Zhu Minglang did not say a single word.
As time dragged on, the Little Golden Immortal could not hold out any longer and responded to himself, "The God of Voyager refrains from commenting on this matter—is this because we have not seen the truth of the situation?"
Zhu Minglang still said nothing.
"I understand. I shall continue to pursue the investigation thoroughly, without passing judgment arbitrarily." The Little Golden Immortal bowed deeply once again and then retreated to his own place.
Once back in his spot, the Little Golden Immortal wiped away a nervous sweat.
He felt he had been overly forward.
What he did not know was that Zhu Minglang was wiping away a nervous sweat too.
You're asking me something—how the hell am I supposed to know!
