Hearing the voice behind him, the Wuji Daoist finally stopped in his tracks, turned around, and swept a glance at the old man, sneering coldly: "So it turns out to be a physiognomist on the verge of entering the eighth grade. I already know who you are, but what of it?
Others may respect you, but I, the Wuji Daoist, will not! You should know that rules are dead, people are alive. Now I, the Wuji Daoist, will be changing the rules, can't I?
Don't stop me, or the consequences will be severe."
Just as the old man was about to speak, the Wuji Daoist in front of him turned into dust and dispersed between heaven and earth!
The old man was startled, never expecting that he had been talking to a spirit clone!
And the real body had already entered!
The old man's face changed dramatically, intending to follow, but then he felt a pair of large hands land on his shoulders.
