Han Yi stood up with a roar, ready to walk outside.
Although his face looked fierce, at this moment, Han Yi's inner heart was tense. What he had done wasn't too much, and with the Myriad Immortal Command, even the cultivators of the Immortal Pavilion wouldn't dare to attack him.
"Fellow Daoist, please wait."
The shopkeeper who appraised the broken black sword hurriedly called out to Han Yi, his face showing a troubled expression: "Fellow Daoist, even if you go to the Profound Immortal Pavilion now, you won't be able to find Zhuo Qun."
Hearing this, Han Yi's heart skipped a beat, not expecting to gain something from his first stop.
His original plan was to cause a commotion in the Immortal Pavilion first, giving everyone a solid impression. As for this shopkeeper, he guessed that he would definitely not go with him.
