Under the stone statue of the Ding Kingdom Emperor, Bai Qiuran walked to the Golden Core master who was fainted, grabbed his collar, and slapped his face.
“Hello, are you awake?”
The old man woke up confusedly. When he saw Bai Qiuran in front of him, he was so frightened that he suddenly waved his hands:
“Senior, please spare my life!”
“If I don’t, you already died.”
Bai Qiuran grabbed his shirt and forced to ask:
“Let me ask you a question: is there still a group of your people on the way?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
The old man asked for mercy:
“Senior, please calm down, and I will persuade them to leave. We will give up these demons and leave it to the senior …”
“Stop, stop.”
Bai Qiuran continued to ask:
“Which direction will your sect come from?”
“I led the disciples to guard the east, the sect leader was in the north, and my junior brother was in the west.”
The old man said:
“They may join in the middle and come from the north.”
“It’s strange.”
Bai Qiuran loosened his grip on the old man’s collar and said:
“The disciple of your sect activated all communication talismans at once. You should have received the message at about the same time. You have been here for so long, why have they not come over?”
“I don’t know …”
The old man whispered.
Bai Qiuran ignored him, opened his Soul Awareness, radiated out along the Dingjiang Mountain, and then he saw the green vines all over the mountain.
“It’s quite troublesome.”
He opened his eyes:
“That demon has started to go crazy.”
Bai Qiuran lowered his head and pondered, shouting to the old man.
“Hey!”
“I’m here.”
The old man said quickly.
“Stay here, guard your disciples, don’t go anywhere, don’t touch those demons, do you understand?”
While talking, Bai Qiuran took out an iron sword from the storage bag.
“Understood.”
The old man nodded.
“I’ll go for a while.”
Throwing away the iron sword, Bai Qiuran stomped, jumped up, and disappeared from the sight of the old man.