"Boss, just now, why exactly did we retreat so suddenly, when our plan was about to succeed and not one of those Qingxuan Sect bastards could have escaped? Why did we suddenly pull back?"
In the decrepit temple, Liu Zhu looked at the old man with a crutch in front of him and asked with immense confusion in his heart.
However, Liu Zhu hadn't even finished speaking when he saw the old man with a crutch slowly turn around, a layer of golden light emerging on his body. Then, the Mystic Robe on his body slowly cracked and fell to the ground in pieces.
"Boss, your Mystic Robe is destroyed, could it be because of that sudden strike earlier?"
Liu Zhu looked at the tattered Mystic Robe on the old man with a crutch, and was incredibly shocked.
He knew very well the value of the old man with a crutch's Mystic Robe; it was a Profound Middle Grade Defensive Magical Instrument, and he hadn't expected it to be ruined just like that.
Pu-chi—
