Goal?
What do you mean "Goal"? What are you talking about?
Lu Changsheng was dumbfounded.
The man with the folding fan endured the pressure and forced a smile, making himself look very relaxed.
"Senior, you're so powerful that you've already surpassed this world, but you're still staying here. What do you want to do?"
Lu Changsheng: …
What did he want to do?
Lay flat and slack off.
Ye Qiubai said coldly, "What does what Master wants to do have to do with you?"
"What right do you have to ask?"
Hearing this, the man with the folding fan chuckled and said, "There's no need to hide this matter. The reason why I came to this lower realm is to find out what Senior's goal is."
"If your goal is not related to us, we can be your allies."
"But…"
The man with the folding fan did not finish his sentence.
