Zhou Xuan said.
"Then I'll just… I'll just… better obey than be polite…"
Alchemist Bai Lu really was very respectful; he screwed up his courage, walked to the edge of the door, but the moment he saw that dozens-zhang drop, every bit of courage vanished. He clung to the doorframe, shivering.
Zhou Xuan really couldn't stand it anymore; he had no choice but to once again let his astral shadow drift back into the shop, then solidify his body and give Old Bai Lu a kick, booting him down.
Right after, in a flash of lightning, Zhou Xuan again turned into a shadow, drifted down to the bottom of the Fire Pit, and caught Alchemist Bai Lu.
"Thrilling, too thrilling."
Alchemist Bai Lu only felt his calves cramping.
"You old stick-in-the-mud type, always 'this is improper, that is improper'; it's people like you who have the smallest guts."
After scolding Alchemist Bai Lu, Zhou Xuan walked toward the Inner Hall of the Ancient Soul Returning Hall.
