Under the successive push and shove of the Yin Shen Palace, Fang Che had no choice but to bow: "Then this disciple shall take his leave first."
"Hurry up and roll out!"
Fang Che let out a bitter smile, greeted Mu Lin Yuan and quickly turned around to leave. However, he stopped and turned back: "Take care, Master. Your... your hair has turned white."
Yin Shen Palace angrily said: "At this time, you still care about trivial matters such as my hair! Hurry and leave!"
But in his heart, there was a fiery warmth.
"This disciple bids farewell."
Fang Che left the way he came, managing the stones underwater and resetting them. Even if someone dived down, they would only see a crack less than half a foot wide.
Then, he quietly emerged from the water, dried up his wetness, and left silently.
Finally, a sigh of relief in his heart.
This time, he finally saved the Old Demon.
This matter was really tense!
...
In the cave.
