"Oh? Immortal Techniques?"
Zheng Yi's expression shifted slightly as he sized up the person before him.
Yet the doubt in his expression grew thicker.
Is Immortal Techniques supposed to be like this?
Or perhaps, Witchcraft?
And why does this person's name seem so familiar?
Witchcraft Gu?
Zheng Yi immediately said, "I am indeed somewhat interested in your Immortal Techniques, Grandmaster. If this is true, then I will pardon your offense."
"Furthermore, I can reward you with prosperity and wealth!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Zhai Fang rose and said, "Your Majesty, this humble commoner is adept in life-preserving arts and the Spiritual Insect Manipulation Technique. Please watch!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhai Fang patted the gourd on his waist, and a small white-blue insect crawled out, secreting a bit of mucus, which released a faint fragrance in the air.
