on the square of Shengyang mountain, where the cold wind is raging, there is a dead air.

Lu chendao makes a bold guess, which makes Xuanye lose his original calm and complacency.

"how do you know?" Xuanye looks at Lu Chen in disbelief. He suddenly finds that the boy in front of him is not as simple as he imagined. His mind is too flexible to see his details.

"guess." Lu Chen smiles. Although he is not sure that his guess is right, he knows that his guess is right with Xuanye's stunned expression.

"as one of the most powerful saints, you are in charge of most areas of heaven...