Dugu Xiu felt a sudden heaviness; the frail-looking old man was already clinging to his shoulders.
The weight was akin to a small mountain pressing down on his back all at once.
Even with Dugu Xiu's cultivation, he couldn't help but stagger slightly, almost tripping over like a dog eating dirt.
Damn it... this weight doesn't add up.
Had he not seen the old man with his own eyes, Dugu Xiu could hardly imagine a frail old man weighing more than a two-hundred-pound burly man.
Worse yet, the old man's two hands, dry as kindling, were tightly gripped around his neck, making Dugu Xiu feel as though his neck was about to be snapped. His face was turning red from the pressure.
He felt an urge to toss this nasty old man out.
