"Brother, haven't snapped out of it yet?"
Looking at Wei Gongzhan lying in a daze inside the house, a group of neighbors who had recovered came to the door, one after another, to express their concern.
"Look at this guy, looks like he's got soul loss, should we go consult the Mountain God?"
"I feel like the Fox Immortal went too far this time, a newbie, turning into that thing, I wouldn't be able to handle it either."
"Isn't that a bit much?" the dark-faced warrior Liu Yong frowned, "Brother Wei has served in the army up north, he can't be that fragile. After all, the Fox Immortal is just a bit mischievous."
Most of the able-bodied men in Daqing Mountain had lost their children and wives, and they were quite tolerant of the somewhat lawless young Fox Immortal. Upon hearing Old Li speaking ill of the Fox Immortal, Liu Yong subconsciously retorted.
