C684 Insight

"No worries, it's just a small wound." The hempen-clothed old man spoke in a halting manner. As he waved his hand, he coughed out a mouthful of blood. He seemed to be in a very sorry state.

"Many thanks to fellow daoist for saving me." Xu Yinglong held onto the Tri-Emperor Sword with his hands behind his back, with a face full of guilt and unwillingness: "It's all's sinister and cunning