Zhu Dao's face turned cold. &Quot; who's talking? come out! What kind of skill is it to hide? " he said in a deep voice.
"Hahaha, did I hide it? I've never hidden it. " A cultivator slowly flew in from the outside. He held a purple wine gourd in his hand and was pouring wine into his mouth. He was dressed in a gray cultivator's robe, but he looked unkempt and unkempt. He had not washed his face for a long time. He had a thick and messy beard, giving people the feeling that he was a beggar.
However, he exuded a frivolous, unkempt, and natural air, which made him look like he was floating above the world.
Zhu Dao looked at the man and asked in a deep voice, " Who are you? state your name. Could it be that you wish to help the underworld and make an enemy out of us? "
The cultivator laughed and said, " I didn't want to help. I just saw that someone was too shameless, so I came out to say a few words. Also, you asked me to come out. &Quot;
