Han Yu and Mu Zili both froze.
One reason was hearing a familiar tone in the old Daoist's words, though the taste was not quite right.
Another reason was hearing the old Daoist's knowledge of Han Yu's background.
Mu Zili always thought the old Daoist must have other secrets. Now it seems his old man's mouth is really tight.
The old Daoist saw Han Yu still in a daze and couldn't help but speak.
"Everyone says you're part of the Heavenly Dao camp, that scoundrel Zhi Sou must be connected to you, too. I don't believe you don't know this old rogue."
Seeing the old Daoist gritting his teeth with anger, Han Yu felt extremely peculiar.
Why does he feel like Zhi Sou has tricked him?
He loves watching a good show; hearing this, he couldn't help but rub a spot on his head where Zhi Sou had placed a trick specifically meant to fish him out.
To prevent him from being taken away if he died.
All along, Han Yu complained in his heart, couldn't he find a way to keep himself from dying?
