C239 Then He Was Fooled

The silhouette was shrouded in black mist, hovering in the air like a shadow, bobbing up and down.

The gaunt old Taoist gazed down at the mountain ridge with a somber look, murmuring to himself, "Such a shame, that spiritual pet was ruined by this creature. To restore it, it'll take at least a few decades. Damn it."

He shook his head, surveyed the area below