The Mosquito Daoist weighed the pros and cons and remained silent for a while.
He had the Innate Virtue Golden Lotus to protect him, even a Saint couldn't kill him.
However, if he were truly imprisoned in this formation, it might as well be death.
Eighteen years is just a momentary flick for a cultivator.
He agreed to Long Fei, "Release Grandpa Mosquito, and Grandpa Mosquito will promise you."
Long Fei said, "This matter is too significant. You must swear to the heavens. Moreover, you must promise me not to kill anyone during these eighteen years."
The Mosquito Daoist spat blood, "Even if someone wants to kill Grandpa Mosquito, Grandpa Mosquito cannot fight back?"
Long Fei said, "You can injure, maim, but leave a life intact."
The Mosquito Daoist was so infuriated he was speechless, but finally swore, "I, the Mosquito Daoist, swear to protect a person for eighteen years. During these eighteen years, I will not kill. If I violate this vow, may I not die peacefully, alright?"
