After finishing these things, the Little Taoist finally seemed to notice there were others in the grand hall, lazily scanning over Chu Zheng, who stood tense as if facing a great enemy.
The Little Taoist's eyes seemed a bit confused, tilting his head to look at Chu Zheng twice, then, as if confirming something, he mumbled:
"You're here."
The tone was calm and natural, even carrying a hint of nasal sound as if just awakened from sleep.
Chu Zheng: "..."
He instinctively stepped back half a step again, secretly gathering the remaining Yuan Qi within him, his vigilance reaching its peak.
The Taoist's bizarre appearance and excessively familiar demeanor made Chu Zheng feel a chill creeping up from his spine.
Everything before his eyes was filled with an incomprehensible strangeness that made his scalp tingle.
The Little Taoist seemed completely unaware of Chu Zheng's wariness, or rather, didn't care at all.
