Xu Ping paused his actions, slowly turned around, and his gaze, sharp as lightning, landed on the red-haired Nascent Soul in the stone crevice, who had not yet recovered from the shock. He raised an eyebrow slightly:
"Hmm?"
This person had nearly become a ghost's meal just moments earlier and was still stunned. Why didn't he think of fleeing a thousand miles away immediately, but instead called out to stop him?
This is... quite interesting.
The red-haired Nascent Soul felt a chill sweep through his Divine Soul under Xu Ping's indifferent gaze, and the fear he had just suppressed surged back to his heart.
He swallowed hard, pressing down the heart that was almost leaping out of his chest, forcing a sycophantic smile even uglier than a cry, and cupped his hands in salute from a distance:
"I... I am Zhang Shuo, the Isle Master of Red Sun. Many thanks to Daoist friend for your lifesaving grace earlier!"
