The owner of the incense master's gaze instinctively turned to Yun Ran, as he too was curious to see if this newly famed Master Yun would be terrified by the Great Demons of Death Mountain.
It would indeed be something laughably memorable if Yun Ran were scared.
The incense master's hidden thoughts were not outwardly expressed; he just quietly waited for Yun Ran to speak.
At that moment, it seemed he wasn't a kidnapper, and Yun Ran wasn't a captured hostage, but rather a distinguished guest.
Yun Ran gently tapped Ginsengfruit's hand, signaling him to let go.
"Why leave? The fight on the surface has nothing to do with us who are in the tunnel!"
The Great Demons on the surface may have developed spiritual wisdom, but they haven't undergone human civilization's learning and simply love to fight.
They say there's a small fight every three days and a big fight every five; that's an understatement.
