Dongfang Zhuangshi didn't want to have to stoop to this either.
But if An Lin really was just going to leave him here, he couldn't do anything as he was unable to harm An Lin, so he really would be forced to remain here for all of eternity.
After seeing the cocky middle-aged man bow his head to him, An Lin was feeling a lot better, and he patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder. "Don't worry. A mere Pangu sigil is a piece of cake for me. Watch me free you from this place!"
"Gasp…" Dongfang Zhuangshi drew a sharp intake of breath. For some reason, he felt like An Lin had suddenly grown in stature before his eyes.
It was quite an ordinary sentence, so why was it so thrilling to hear it coming from An Lin's mouth?
"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. An Lin." Dongfang Zhuangshi saluted respectfully toward An Lin.
An Lin waved his hand as he made his way toward the blue gate.
Xu Xiaolan trailed along behind him.
