"Let's go, I want to meet that old Martial Sect elder again."
Fang Zhixing grabbed Xigou's neck, lifted him, and with a flicker, instantly moved to the small temple outside the town.
Xigou took a careful look and saw in the temple courtyard, an gray-haired, hunchbacked elder was napping under the eaves, with a pile of chopped firewood in front of him.
Thump thump~
Fang Zhixing politely knocked on the door.
The elder in gray suddenly woke up, frowning as he looked towards the door.
He blinked, sizing up Fang Zhixing a few times before asking, "Young man, who are you looking for?"
"???"
Fang Zhixing was stunned for a moment, then he quickly realized that he, in the eyes of the old man in gray, was no longer seen as a monster.
The next second, the elder in gray suddenly noticed Xigou and immediately turned pale, as if facing a great enemy, and exclaimed, "You, what are you holding in your hand?"
"..." Xigou looked bewildered, utterly confused.
