"For now, just agree to his terms. As long as we can survive, there'll be plenty of time to settle this score later,"
White Bone Tao bitterly thought.
As long as Dong Ming could hold the array for three breaths, he would be able to dispose of that junior.
However.
Facing White Bone Tao's pleading gaze, Dong Ming's face suddenly revealed a strange smile.
"Fellow Daoist, actually I came here to help Uncle-Master Zhang Jing," he said with a shrug.
"What did you say?"
Upon hearing this, White Bone Tao stepped back several times in quick succession, as if falling into an abyss.
He stared incredulously at the other party.
"Fellow Daoist, you must be lying, right? How could this youngster make a lofty Earth Immortal like you switch sides? Tell me what you want; I'll agree to anything,"
White Bone Tao, clinging to the last shred of hope, pleaded bitterly once more.
"Sorry, but I'm in the mood to be a good person right now."
