"It's been a long time, One Sword Daoist. Are you well? I've been worried about you!"
Ye Rong looked at the overly enthusiastic man in front of him, racking his brain to remember where they had met before—
East Sea God of Wealth, Blood Poppy's friend, the one who was part of the Herbal Hall action exploring the automata, a disciple of a mysterious loose immortal from the East Sea.
The Chief Master did not expect that he had become the Envoy of Da-Yan Fairy Mountain, ranked with the Queen of West.
"We are both mountain envoys, so it's fate. When the Demon God attacks later, I hope you can take care of me."
The East Sea God of Wealth wore all sorts of gold coins and treasures. He jingled every step he took, and around his neck was a gold chain as thick as a finger. He looked like a rural wealthy master who had just made a fortune.
