บท 796: Heavenly Dao Governing Committee

When Wang Zhen appeared in the front of Midnight Dining Hall, he couldn't help breaking into a sly smile. He was certain that the thief he had been painstakingly searching for all these years was at this moment in this small restaurant called "Midnight Dining Hall."

Finally, this salted fish had taken his bait…

Although he had to pay a small price before that.

But it was just a small enterprise in the world below; buying shares in secret was a piece of cake for Wang Zhen.

His ostensible investment in the new sect which Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was planning to set up had all been for the sake of drawing Wang Ling out.

Fortunately, everything was going according to plan.

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Wang Ling's gaze was fixed on the figure in front of the shop. Separated by a pane of frosted glass, two people with similar auras probed each other.