"Stop! It's me!" The Yellow Spring Great Sage cried out as he halted in midair, holding a plant in his hand and twitching the corner of his mouth. There was a red palm print on his face.
Lord Dog paused, and his raised paw stopped because he found the voice was familiar. Soon, he recognized that the figure was actually the Yellow Spring Great Saint. His eyes went wide in disbelief as he said, "How could it be you, old man?"
'This old fellow seems to have been thrown out of the blood mist. Is there anyone in Earth Prison who can throw him flying away?!'
"Cough, cough… I was kicked out by my old neighbor." The Yellow Spring Great Sage felt embarrassed. As a supreme existence, he was actually slapped, and the palm print was still on his face. However, what could he say? His ten-thousand-year-old neighbor just didn't want to be friends with him.
