"Then," the old man's smile gradually faded, "what can you do? What's the use of the memory you got from those specimens? Almost everyone inside and outside the chessboard belongs to me."

Taoist Hongjun laughed at himself.

He suddenly said: "No, there is someone who is not."

The old man's eyes flashed.

Taoist Hongjun's body suddenly collapsed inwards.

Taoist Zhaiyun on the side raised his hand to grab it, but Taoist Hongjun's figure disintegrated like smoke and dust, and waves of tyrannical spiritual energy were released from this small world.

Wisps of colorful smoke and dust floated from where Taoist Hongjun stood.

The old man Wanri showed his true form, and the bite wound on his left ear slowly healed, and the smoke seemed to be a part of his body.

Taoist Zheyun frowned and asked in a low voice: "Hongjun..."

"It doesn't matter," Old Man Wanri smiled, and then his expression became a little more lonely, "He just came back early and lost a lot of fun."

"Fellow Taoist," Taoist Zheyun's fingers trembled slightly, "Hongjun seemed to have figured out the method of three corpses surviving alone in Pindao before."

Old Man Wanri's movement of serving tea paused slightly, then he raised his hand and took a sip of tea.

"Tsk, that's interesting."

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!