"In this world, things seldom go as we wish. Perhaps this is how it should be," Zhang Rongfang sighed. "The path of the Immortal is hard to seek, just as life itself is hard to obtain. I'm just worried about getting lost...."
He was too aware of the overwhelming pleasure brought by feeding on blood.
Just look at that red-robed Daoist from earlier, and you could faintly see he was already getting addicted to this sensation, unable to extricate himself.
"If someone becomes lost in addiction and wantonly slaughters the innocent, should we not personally put an end to them?" At this moment, Hongxian Daoist had fully regained the appearance of his prime, appearing as a handsome man with broad bones and a strong build.
"Alright." Zhang Rongfang thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
He opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly his night vision caught a scene from afar.
"What is that....!?"
