"White Steward!"
A seductive woman stopped outside the market, surprised, and slowly approached him with some disbelief. Her hand cautiously drew out a dagger, gripping it tightly.
Even though she possessed only Upper Profound Realm power, she still walked over cautiously, just with more prudence.
"Little Moon."
The white-haired old man slowly turned around.
Although he heard someone calling him, the white-haired old man felt no hope was grasped. Because he could distinctly sense a bony hand with heat resting on his shoulder.
"White Steward, the sect is looking for you?" said the seductive woman called Little Moon, as she glanced at the young man with a dog beside White Steward.
By appearance, it was just an ordinary farm dog.
Even a Body Refining Cultivator wouldn't keep it, as there were many fierce beasts in the mountains capable of smashing rocks with a single palm; and well-tamed demons that, once subdued, willingly follow you.
