Xu Xiaoshou was anxious, but his face remained incredibly calm, his peripheral vision constantly fixed on Dao Qiongcang beside him.
Previously, when offering the Cursed Yin Puppet, Dao Qiongcang had branded it without any concealment.
Outsiders could not know the inner workings of Medicine Ancestor and Cursed Yin's possession; if this person desired, he could certainly intervene indirectly and witness firsthand.
Yet, Dao Qiongcang seemed extremely restrained.
Although he maintained his usual composure from the past, at this moment, his breathing was visibly heavier, and the fervor in his eyes was hard to conceal.
Even so, this person could still remain inactive.
He insisted on waiting, hoping that when the struggle between life, reincarnation, and Cursed Yin's power on the body of Medicine Ancestor became more intense, he would be too preoccupied.
"Xu Xiaoshou, keep an eye on Cross Corner Street and beware of 'demons'; I leave my back to you."
