"Fellow Daoist, don't waste your efforts; conventional means are useless. If you don't save me and instead keep running around aimlessly, sooner or later the Cold God will discover you. If you're lucky, you'll end up like me; if not, you'll become Longevity Immortal Pill for the Cold God to swallow."
At this moment, that strange voice unexpectedly sounded again from behind Wang Wu, seemingly only three meters away from him.
This is getting troublesome. Even swapping identities doesn't shake it off—what kind of method is this?
Could it be that he's already been discovered by the Cold God?
Wang Wu still remained silent but stopped running. He retrieved those eight strands of fur and prepared to inspect himself thoroughly. He refused to believe this thing could hang on and blow his mind!
