"Master, are you not also leaving yet?"
Davis turned and asked, causing Master Deathseeker to narrow his brows.
"You want me to leave when you are vulnerable?"
He didn't know that Davis had lost his immortal vessel but still recognized that many powers were tracking him down with fervor and fear. After all, he was basically a walking source of karmic virtue for them to receive from the heavens if killed, not to mention if they didn't kill him before he grew up, there wouldn't be another chance.
It would be even worse if they were found out to be hunting him down, so this was the only time when they would send their full, available forces to hunt the Emperor of Death.
Davis also wryly smiled, his expression turning moved. It was his so-called Master who appeared when he didn't expect it, looking out for him.
Was the other party even an assassin? Why did it feel like some grandpa he knew from childhood?
