"Master, save me! Oh, Master!"
Caught in a powerful grip, Huang Chan's heart filled with fear. He strained his muscles and bones, striking out in frustration, but couldn't break free. Finally, he could only cast a pleading gaze to the side.
But he looked at Duan Chenzhou, at the Flood Dragon named Cangming Monarch, at Fan Nansong eyeing him like a tiger at his side, and at the profound mark of a Daoist Lineage behind that kid...
The master from Jiangyin Prefecture's Little Wuxiang Temple could only sigh. He averted his gaze, pretending to see nothing.
"So this is what they call 'crossing the bitter sea of suffering.'"
"Today, I have truly experienced it."
Save him?
How could I possibly save him!
A master Martial Artist, a great Flood Dragon demon, and a Daoist High Merit!
The three of them were allied, standing together.
If he dared to make a move...
He'd probably attain 'Nirvana' on the spot!
