Oh, handsome Senior Three-Eyed, the biggest unfairness of this bet is that I'm carrying Senior White's arm!
"For some reason, I feel like Fellow Daoist Masked is courting death," Zither Master Feng Yi's claws landed on Song Shuhang's shoulder, and she whispered in his ear.
Song Shuhang was speechless.
Was it that obvious that he was courting death?
As they were speaking, Senior White's arm in the air stopped spinning.
Senior White's palm pointed in a certain direction—it was where the moldy green slime 'Ancient God' was located.
In other words, the treasure that belonged to the three-eyed youth was on the ancient god!
Song Shuhang raised his head. "Looking up."
'As expected, I didn't hear wrongly before. It's this mouth fetish.' Zither Master Feng Yi's claws moved.
Could this masked fellow daoist be a fellow daoist from the ancient Heavenly City?
