The monocular old man rolled up his bedding, carefully put away the three books, and picked up his bundle to leave, unwilling to clash with Xiao Zhan.
"Friend, let's have a chat."
Liu Jinhu was quite intrigued by the monocular old man and hurried to catch up.
However, he noticed the monocular old man was walking faster and faster, seeming impossible to catch.
"Why are you in such a hurry, friend?"
Liu Jinhu chuckled on the outside but was a bit upset inside. Being called Celestial Profound Fourth, he had suffered in Xiao Zhan's hands, and he couldn't afford to lose face to this old man.
Thus, he put in full effort, a puff of black smoke churned from beneath his feet, rushing toward the monocular old man.
"I'm heading back to sleep."
The monocular old man sensed Liu Jinhu approaching and laughed, his footwork suddenly flashed with golden light, propelling his body technique several levels higher.
"Stop in the name of the king!"
Xiao Zhan roared furiously.
