"This guy's pretty good. Where did you find him?"
Ling Yun looked at Zhang Mu curiously as well. Leaving everything else aside, this kid was certainly skilled at winning people over.
Zhang Mu immediately scratched his head awkwardly, chuckled twice, and roughly explained the whole story from beginning to end.
There was nothing particularly strange about it. The two had simply met by chance.
Afterward, Zhang Mu had done him a small favor, and in return, he had gained the right to ask him to act three times.
Ling Yun nodded. He had only asked casually, so he did not pay it much mind.
"His strength is decent, but unfortunately, he won't live more than a few days."
Though Ling Yun said it casually, Zhang Mu's expression changed. He looked at Li Tao on the stage, who had the three major gangs pinned down so hard they could barely breathe, with disbelief.
But he knew Ling Yun would not shoot an arrow without a target, so he fell into hesitation.
Ling Yun glanced at him, shook his head, and spoke indifferently.
"That guy's constitution is somewhat unusual, and he's seriously injured. Every time he makes a move now, his injuries worsen by another degree."
"At this rate, within three days, his injuries will erupt completely. Not even the immortals could save him then."
Hearing this, Zhang Mu's expression changed completely. He turned to look at Li Tao, who stood on the stage with his eyes closed.
If one looked carefully, one could see the faint pallor on his face.
Zhang Mu had thought the guy was merely putting on airs, but the truth turned out to be this.
"This bastard! Why didn't he say so earlier?" Zhang Mu clenched his fists, his face dark.
Though they had only known each