"That guy ran fast."
Wang Ye sat in the luxurious vehicle, feeling somewhat wistful.
Only when he caught up to Fu Xing again.
Fu Xing's face was terrifyingly pale now. He was little more than skin and bones, looking utterly miserable.
Meanwhile, Wang Ye leisurely stepped down from his vehicle. Looking at the despairing Fu Xing across from him, he kindly reminded him, "How about you take a break, then keep flying?"
Fu Xing truly deserved to be a righteous immortal officially appointed by the Heavenly Court. He was a man who dared to act and own up to it. Staring at Wang Ye with an unyielding expression, he craned his neck and said, "My relationship with Shouxing actually isn't that good!"
"Rest assured, I absolutely won't avenge him!"
"I can even join your dojo and become your driver, escorting and protecting you!"
"If you don't trust me, bring on whatever venomous insects or medicines you have. If I resist even once, I'll be your grandson!"
Fu Xing's words rang out with utter conviction.
They left Wang Ye completely stunned.
Honestly, he had encountered quite a few people from the Heavenly Court, but this was the first one who did not struggle at all—who ran as soon as he sensed trouble, then surrendered when he could not escape!
Even Long-Eared Buddha, who loved flattering people the most, had stubbornly held out for about a day before helplessly surrendering.
Seeing Wang Ye remain silent, seemingly lost in thought, Fu Xing panicked.
Could it be that in this day and age, immortals were as common as dogs?
Had he become worthless?
An immortal—an immortal acting as a driver! In ancient times, aside from Wang Ye and the Ancestors, who else had ever received such treatment?
Oh, right. Long-Eared Buddha of Spirit Mountain