Just when Yang Ji lifted the old skin and his arm happened to occlude the ground, creating a blind spot, it took advantage of that moment. With lightning speed, it had scuttled to the entrance of the passage in the blink of an eye, leaving a curse behind in the air.
"Damn it, you've just hit the road, and you think I'm an idiot, do you? Offering Medicine Pills to the Buddha Ancestor is like feeding an eagle that's become my Buddha's mount. I do Alchemy for you and get nothing out of it, not to mention almost losing my life for nothing, pah!"
"You're a demon, slaughtering all beings, the Buddha Ancestor will punish you, Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate and will punish the wicked."
Yang Ji, holding the Demon Mushroom's old skin, was taken aback for a moment when he heard its aromatic words, and his face involuntarily twitched.
