Looking at He Tou's stare, Yang An was certain that if he refused to go, his fate would be worse than death.
"Yes! Master!"
Cursing the old geezer in his heart, Yang An had no choice but to steel himself and nod, quickly disappearing from Elder Life Crane's sight.
It wasn't until Yang An was long gone that He Tou turned to Elder Life Crane with a smile.
"I thought that kid was just fearlessly ignorant, throwing his life away. To think he'd dare force a breakthrough to Corpse Transformation with an Innate Flesh Mushroom. At least he knows his own limits."
"Still, old geezer, when are you planning to make your move? I'm so hungry I can't take it anymore!"
"Let them grind against each other a little longer. The time isn't ripe yet."
Elder Life Crane said, his face devoid of expression.
"That Great Virtue Temple really underestimates us, sending just one old Monk at the Zombie God Realm. I thought they'd at least dispatch someone from the Insect Dao Realm."
