I looked in the direction of the voice and said with surprise, "Old Zhao, why are you in this place?"
Beside the old phone booth, a middle-aged man in rough fabric clothes stood against the light.
Behind the man was a girl in a white dress, slightly out of breath, with fair skin tinged red from the sun.
Bai Zanhe, upon seeing that I knew Old Zhao, had a momentary blank expression on her face.
Her entire being seemed stunned.
"To find my Colored Glaze Immortal Vase," Old Zhao admitted without reservation.
I instantly understood, "Is it because of the heavy evil aura here?"
The two Immortal Vases had previously been transformed into Feng Shui Bottles, setting up extremely ominous Feng Shui formations.
The places they were buried had evil running rampant.
It's no surprise Old Zhao suspected there might be an Immortal Vase here.
"Are you also here to find the Colored Glaze Immortal Vase?" Old Zhao's eyes were warm and there was a hint of gratitude in them.
