He was thus pinned to the ground on the spot, unable to move. They even picked up a nearby rock and stuffed it into his mouth, silencing any further cries.
"Donor Xiao, this humble monk will never forget you saving my life today for as long as I live."
Fazhao Arhat turned to Xiao Chen. "That traitor was spouting nonsense just now. Please, Xiao, don't take it to heart."
As he spoke, he bowed so deeply his head nearly touched the ground.
"It's fine. I don't care about that."
Xiao Chen waved his hand; he couldn't be bothered to argue with an idiot. "It's just that he mentioned turmoil in the outside world…"
"Hm?"
As he spoke, he turned his head for a look.
And saw three Cultivators wearing Bronze Masks trying to take the opportunity to escape on the other side.
"Hmph, where do you think you're going!"
Xiao Chen immediately rushed forward.
"You two, watch the Round Stele! The rest of you, follow Donor Xiao! Don't let a single Evil Cultivator escape!"
