"Nowadays, there really is a Taoist Priest who has noticed something amiss and has barged in here!"
The Demons and Devils' resentment looked at Fan Wu and immediately said, "This heretic chess move failed by a hair's breadth, leaving me on the brink of death with serious injuries. In the numerous centuries that have passed, he could only refine my soul into an Elixir and submerge my corpse in the cold river to heal his wounds!"
"Now is when he is at his weakest! The evil deeds this heretic committed back then are intolerable by the heavens!"
The Sanjie Taoist also looked towards Fan Wu, "Young friend, would you rather believe the nonsense of a Demon than trust an old man like me?"
"We are human."
"It is a Demon!"
Fan Wu: "..."
Suddenly, the two unexpected figures started quarrelling out of nowhere, leaving him utterly confused.
