At that exact moment outside a wooden cabin of the C-3 Herb Field, several daotong could be seen kneeling on the floor. None of them dared to take a single deep breath.
“Alright. We’re all brothers here, you don’t have to be so afraid of me. To tell you the truth, I have a date with a female daotong here today, so you bastards better watch your mouths and get the hell out of our way. If anyone dares to let out a single word… heh heh, I won’t receive any punishment even if I kill any one of you, now.” Fang Xing spoke half-threatening words with an eerie smile and sat on the same chair he had favored back in his daotong days.
“No, no, please rest assured, Laoda. We won’t say a word….” Wang and the rest of the crew were all shivering in fear. Never in their wildest dreams had they expected the little monster to return to their herb fields so soon; it hadn’t even been a year yet!
