"I haven't agreed yet!"
Han Yu lay half-dead on the ground, with barely any strength left to move.
"The latter part wasn't said by me."
The Artifact Spirit shook its head with a peculiar expression, but there was no one else here!
The wax-faced man suddenly looked up at the sky, his voice slightly cold.
"Indeed, your nose is as keen as a dog's. Wherever I go, you follow!"
It turns out both Han Yu and the wax-faced man heard this sentence.
A clear sky with no clouds was suddenly adorned with a floating streak of green.
A huge green leaf bobbed up and down before gradually descending, only now could one see a figure standing on it.
The newcomer appeared to be in his forties or fifties, dressed in green attire, with his hair tied up in a Daoist bun, his face square and upright, exuding a sense of carefree ease.
"Don't make any hasty promises, lest Daoist has to cut down one more person."
Hmm, his way of speaking was quite unique.
