The old man's fear wasn't feigned; Wu Shang, though often ridiculed as a fool by his opponent, still had an accurate intuition.
Therefore, far from being scared, he actually felt a bit smugly pleased, patting the old man's shoulder, "Don't be afraid, I'll lead you out of here."
At those words, tears streamed down the old man's face. Wu Shang's confidence seemed ludicrous in front of the Three Lives Stone, so much so that the old man, on the verge of wailing, couldn't help but laugh.
But as he laughed, the laughter took on a distorted tone, filled with sobs...
"Hehehe..."
Just then, a sinister, cold laugh echoed.
"I didn't expect others in the Nine Provinces to know about the Three Lives Stone besides myself. Old man, who are you?"
"I'm your father!" The old man leapt off Wu Shang, pointing and cursing at a certain direction in the endless darkness, "You unfilial cur, presenting the Three Lives Stone to your old man, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
