After twitching a few times, the cultivator died, his soul completely extinguished.
Although Xiao Shou had experienced countless killings since entering the cultivation world, he was still frightened by this scene of a person being eaten alive. He also felt an inexplicable wave of nausea rise in his throat.
At this moment, Fu Young grabbed his hand and said in a voice as calm as ever, "Master! Calm down. He's deliberately provoking us. Don't fall for it."
"Provoking us?"
The warmth of his beloved disciple's palm eased Xiao Shou's tense mind, while Fu Young's words restored his ability to think.
After hearing him, Xiao Shou immediately asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
