Little Fatty had just consumed a few elixirs and was panting. Before he could calm down, he saw that the Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators were already slain completely!
His eyes widened and his jaws almost dropped to the ground.
"The rumors are not lying, Brother Su is still ferocious as ever."
Shi Jian gulped and muttered his thoughts.
"Bro, I'm glad you're here! I've missed you to death!"
Little Fatty's character had not changed as he scurried over like a gigantic meatball. He lunged into Su Zimo's embrace emotionally with tears and snot.
Peeling that fat face away, Su Zimo scolded with a chuckle, "Stop acting."
Shi Jian came over as well and smiled at Su Zimo with cupped fists. "Much thanks, Brother Su."
"What's with the politeness after not meeting each other for 20 years?"
Su Zimo laughed with a relaxed expression.
