"Let's go, don't force me to be violent!"
The elder urged.
Sun Mo and An Xinhui were separately bound by vines. They secretly tested the strength and found that the vines were very sturdy. It was impossible to break free depending on brute force.
"When you fought against the Green-robed Ancestor, who won?"
Right now, Sun Mo wanted nothing more than for the Green-robed Ancestor to appear. At the very least, being the personal student of the Green-robed Ancestor was better than becoming a slave.
"I'm standing here. So what do you think?"
The elder coldly smiled.
"But I met that Half-Saint earlier?"
Sun Mo feigned astonishment.
"Hmph, let's go quickly."
The elder no longer wanted to talk about this topic. Honestly speaking, he had fled. He couldn't win against that fellow who used bugs.
"Where to?"
