Mysterious Syllable, The Dao of Physical Cultivation (2)

"Golden-Winged Roc King…" Zhou Shu's gaze landed on the Golden-Winged Roc King.

The Golden-Winged Roc King wasn't lying. After the mysterious person brought him back to the surface, he had indeed left before he woke up.

But it wasn't necessarily true that the mysterious person purely just wanted to save him.

But when Zhou Shu entered the Golden-Winged Roc King's dream, he could only see what the Golden-Winged Roc King saw. Zhou Shu had no way of knowing if the mysterious person had done anything to him while he was unconscious.

But at least for now, he could trust the Golden-Winged Roc King.

Of course, Zhou Shu couldn't be sure that there was nothing wrong with the Golden-Winged Roc King. He wouldn't trust him as much as before.

"Lord, my Heavenly Halberd…" the Golden-Winged Roc King said hesitantly.

"I'll forge another one for you," Zhou Shu said indifferently.