"Fellow Daoist, how is it?"
Seeing no response, the Pure Yang being Shiyi had to confirm once again, "The two of you are free to leave on your own, we will not hinder you in the slightest. But for those people down there, it'd be best if Fellow Daoist refrains from interfering."
Towards the end, perhaps touching the bottom line or maybe driven by the confidence that the other four Pure Yang beings had drawn near, the solemn expression on Shiyi's face slowly disappeared, replaced by a hint of a dangerous demeanor that was almost imperceptible.
"Otherwise—"
His tone was slightly gloomy, but he did not continue.
Shiyi was always clear about one thing—their goal on this trip was the Opening God Seal on Zhang Jing's body.
Compared to the Opening God Seal, the treasures on the body of the Monster at the Feathering State seemed somewhat trivial.
As soon as his words ended—
