Watching the elder walk slowly towards him, Ning Fan could only suppress his urge to flee with his heart pounding.
It wasn't that Ning Fan didn't want to escape, but he wasn't confident he could succeed in front of the elder.
If he were to anger the elder by doing so, it would be somewhat counterproductive.
At least so far, Ning Fan hadn't detected any malice from the elder.
As if to prove his innocence, the elder stopped three steps away from Ning Fan and opened his mouth, making a series of indistinct noises.
"Sir, is this what you want?"
As he spoke, a small seven-colored ball appeared at Ning Fan's fingertips.
Zombies are not complete puppets; depending on their level of cultivation, they can display a certain amount of intelligence.
The Golden Corpses crafted by the Corpse Herding Sect with heart and mind could speak human language, let alone the elder in front of him.
