"All right. Go!"
The gray-robed cultivator gave a bow, transformed into a streak of escaping light, and shot toward the outside of the Swamp.
Watching his back disappear, Lin Xuan's mind was still churning with thoughts. Taking this man as a servant was something he had carefully considered.
First, it could indeed spare him no small amount of trouble.
Second, once he made this man the head of the Ning Family in the future, he would have a considerable force in his hands.
Although with his current cultivation, he feared no one, cultivating immortality was still cultivating immortality; being all alone always brought many inconveniences.
Nothing else aside, his information was much more cut off. And with subordinates, if he needed any materials in the future, he would no longer have to search the entire world himself. He could simply give orders to the Ning Family disciples.
In short, this was a hidden chess piece, and on ordinary days, it would require no effort at all to manage. With the restriction of the Blood Light Soul Refining Technique, even if the gray-robed cultivator borrowed a few more guts, he would not dare betray him.
The only thing he had overlooked was forgetting to ask this subordinate's name.
Of course, that was no great matter. Lin Xuan shook his head and returned to the cave dwelling by the original route.
He sat cross-legged in meditation, and only after his essence, qi, and spirit had all recovered to their optimal state did he open his eyes again. He stretched out a hand and slapped the Spirit Ghost Bag.
A streak of green light flew out from inside. After circling slightly, it landed before Lin Xuan.
This was a strong Refined Corpse, nearly two meters tall, with a withered, scorched face. Inch-long corpse