The intruder burst into the temple and saw a bald man sitting in front of the hall, with a flat-headed man squatting on the right hand side. Neither of them looked ordinary, and their cultivation levels were inscrutable. He hesitated for a moment before bowing with his hands clasped and said, "I am being pursued by killers. Should both of you be willing to lend a hand, I'll ensure a generous reward!"
The cultivator from the north remained silent, still focused on suppressing the flying sword in his palm. It seemed that the sword pearl, although temporarily subdued by the opponent's nascent soul cultivation level, was not so easily tamed. After all, this Hu Lu wasn't a woman...
Li Fan also kept his eyes closed, not saying a word, concentrating on studying the Twin-Headed Wolf's Primordial Spirit, not interested in getting involved in such entangled quests for revenge, as if he were a clay statue.
