In a daze, the old man suddenly halted in the city gate tunnel.
He was, after all, an Ancestor Master; his mind no longer obeyed him, but a sliver of consciousness still clung on, resisting stubbornly.
He must not enter the city. Once he went in and heard those hawking cries a few more times, his life would be forfeit.
But what could he use to resist now?
Li Banfeng had already come up behind him, ready to strike. One on one, Li Banfeng was definitely no match for him, but given the old man's current state, Li Banfeng could throw out any random move and the old man might not be able to block it.
Near the city gate, more and more people gathered, and the cries grew more and more dense.
The old man took a deep breath, then suddenly started laughing.
"Hahahahaha..."
The laughter was shrill, drilling straight through the eardrums into the brain.
