The sound coming from afar made Song Ya and Tuo Le's faces change.
Though they were young geniuses within their clan with high talent, they were still very young, and thus their cultivation only reached the Peak of Foundation Establishment Realm.
Moreover, this time, they had sneaked out without any elders for protection.
Soon, a figure in a Daoist robe appeared in the distance, taking steps that spanned several feet at once, arriving in front of Song Ya and Tuo Le in just a few strides.
"Haha, two little demons, one yin, one yang, just right to take back for alchemy. My painstakingly laid trap wasn't in vain," he said.
The Taoist flipped the horsetail whisk in his hand, laughing loudly, having none of the immortal grace of a Taoist, instead looking somewhat sinister.
Tuo Le shielded Song Ya behind him, cautiously asking, "What do you want, old Taoist?"
"I already said I want to catch you, I'll use you in alchemy!" The old Taoist's eyes were mismatched, filled with evil.
