"Haha, fake, all fake, I've broken through, I win!"
Watching Yi Chen leave, Gui Erchun looked foolish, hopping and skipping towards the distance. Under the dazzling sun, his green-onion colored robe became even more radiant.
Just at that moment, suddenly two tall figures appeared in front of him.
"Gui Daoist, where are you going? Having signed a life contract, don't you think you can just leave without serving Great Qin for two hundred years?"
"Such petty cunning, you really shouldn't embarrass yourself in front of us. If you truly have gone mad, I do have a few methods to help Daoist Gui recover a bit..."
A black-robed cultivator pointed coldly at a pile of black feces not far away.
It was a large pile, emitting faint white steam, obviously very fresh, likely excreted by a spiritual beast carried by a cultivator.
