"Accepting the bounty," Lin Yuan glanced at the hunchbacked old man.
Although this man made great efforts to conceal his strength, Lin Yuan saw at a glance that the opponent was a Witch Emperor.
Of course, not a Witch Emperor in his prime, but an old, physically weakened one at the later stage of his life.
In this Two-dimensional World, there was no Understanding of Rules, and the foundation of strength was the physical body.
Thus, once one entered old age and their vitality waned, their strength would rapidly decline.
It was said that after advancing to Witch Ancestor, one's vitality would congeal as one, maintaining its peak until the moment of death.
"Whose bounty are you accepting?" the hunchbacked old man asked.
"The Cloud Mountain Eighteen Bandits," Lin Yuan said. Only here in Xueyu Tavern and by taking on the bounty of the Cloud Mountain Eighteen Bandits could Lin Yuan complete the goal and smoothly collect the reward.
