Zhou Xun smiled faintly, his tone icy:
"Now I am the butcher, and you are the fish on the chopping block. Where do you get the confidence to make such demands, fellow Daoist?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Yuee's expression remained unchanged, but a barely detectable tremor flickered in his eyes. He lifted his head and said:
"If you find out the passageway, you can leave this ghostly place called Eastern Wilderness!"
"Considering your talent, fellow Daoist, forming a Nascent Soul is also very likely. Compared to advancing to Nascent Soul, what are my three conditions worth?"
"Your argument is reasonable, fellow Daoist, but I think even without those three conditions you would still tell me!"
Having said that, Zhou Xun immediately patted the storage bag at his waist, and a flash of black light appeared!
A three-foot-long pitch-black small banner appeared in his hand!
