Lin Zhenghui, upon hearing Miss Zixia's words, was a bit dazed.
"Go to the Taoist temple, it might be fake, the true reason is to protect me."
"Do you need us to go down with you?" Xinyao asked.
"No need, you are not his match, going down will be of no use," Zixia shook her head and said.
"We are the provincial fighting champions, you know," Caiting said.
"Those are just child's play fighting games, without cultivating True Qi, they amount to nothing."
"..."
Lin Zhenghui watched Zixia get out of the car, and also saw an old man with a bald head emerge from a small car in front.
He looked somewhat like he was dressed up a bit like the Fiery Cloud Evil God.
Dressed in black casual attire, wearing a pair of black cloth shoes, he stood in front of Lin Zhenghui and their small car.
"Laopao, you've crossed the line!" As soon as Zixia got out of the car, that was the first thing she said to him.
