A young man in a gray robe, with shifty brows and beady rat eyes, silently appeared inside the side courtyard. He walked in a sneaky, furtive way, and had completely restrained his Super Divine Dragon Breath.
"One of the Shaman Eight Immortals?"
Seeing this gray-robed youth, Ye Yun blinked and recalled his background.
The gray-robed youth was the Gray Immortal, whose true form was a big gray rat.
The Gray Immortal's status wasn't high; among the Shaman Eight Immortals he ranked dead last, utterly incomparable to Liu Xian.
The Gray Immortal tiptoed about, but his speed wasn't slow, and he quickly drew near Little Color's room.
"Little Color cursed out the Shaman Eight Immortals before; I'm afraid she's earned their grudge…"
Ye Yun smiled faintly without giving anything away.
He had no intention of intervening; the Gray Immortal making a move on Little Color was basically brandishing a broadsword in front of Guan Gong.
