"What's the matter, Immortal?" upon seeing Li Huowang this tense, he took a few steps back.
The black pottery jars in the distance appeared to be quite ordinary, exactly what you would expect from containers used to pickle vegetables; the only distinguishing feature was an inverted Fu character stuck on them.
Li Huowang kept his gaze on those jars without relaxing his vigilance, "Something just looked at me from there!"
"Looked... looked at you?" Jin Shanzhao's expression was one of hesitation, scrutinizing the jars in the distance once again.
"Could there be someone inside? But Immortal, those jars are too small to fit a person."
"I didn't say it was a person looking at me!" Li Huowang decisively spread out the "Great Thousand Record" on the ground. His bloodied fingernail quickly flew over and easily slashed the black pottery jars open.
