"Dao Wuji will be fine right?" The Peony Immortal couldn't help but remark.
Yet the Gingko Immortal, who was still struck by love, unconsciously responded, "His looks are ordinary, so his life or death is of no matter to us. Sister, why are you worrying about him?"
The Peony Immortal was unable to respond. She had locked up Dao Wuji for so long after all, so she had just made this comment in passing.
The Luo Brothers exchanged glances.
Dao Wuji's looks weren't that bad right!
It's just that he was indeed a bit lacking compared to their boss and Feng Chen.
But he shouldn't be left to die just because "his looks were ordinary"…
Feng Chen was rather curious now. "What mystic beast did Dao Wuji encounter that he still hasn't come out even after such a long time?"
The Little Despot harrumphed, "He's such a wishy-washy scaredy-cat. It would not be strange even if he were to die in the Punishment Tower."
