So it was the Incense Gathering Cult created by the Daoist Sect.
"Senior, just speak for yourself. There's no need to drag this junior into it." Wei He found it strange, then immediately retorted.
"That's true. At such a young age, you're already sinister and strong enough. Your future really is hard to predict." This time, Old Man Nine Shadows did not refute him. Instead, he nodded in agreement.
He looked Wei He up and down, then suddenly said, "Kid, interested in doing something together? If all goes well, the two of us can get our hands on several decent aberrant breeds."
"Aberrant breeds?" Wei He's eyes lit up. These were excellent things capable of creating meat farms. They were priceless on the market; the moment one appeared, it would immediately be snatched away.
"Mid-grade aberrant breeds. One for each of us. Are you in?" Old Man Nine Shadows lowered his voice.
He had originally planned to invite an old friend to act with him, but after encountering Wei He, he suddenly realized this man was more suitable.
His old friend's movement technique was too slow, nowhere near as nimble and cunning as Wei He.
"Where are we going? How do we do it?" Wei He was immediately interested.
"Kid, do you know where aberrant breeds come from?" Old Man Nine Shadows smiled.
"This junior truly doesn't." Wei He shook his head.
"So-called aberrant breeds are actually—" Old Man Nine Shadows abruptly rose and retreated.
A huge bang rang out.
Wei He's palm struck the empty air where he had been sitting. His powerful palm force hit the air and erupted with a sharp blast.
Missing with one strike, Wei He turned into a shadow and gave chase.
The blood sac of the first level of the Whale Flood Art