And at this moment.
Han Haitao was extremely depressed.
After running for a while, he began to worry again.
For a time, he had no idea what to do.
Don't be fooled by how imposing he had been in the Small World he had created, showing off with effortless flair.
In his own world, however, he became timid and withdrawn.
Just like those little tyrants at home.
The Jia Baoyu type.
They were not truly all that bad.
The reason was that they only dared to throw their weight around at home; once they got among strangers, they shriveled up.
People like that could not become terribly wicked even if they wanted to.
Society would easily teach them a harsh lesson.
"Damn it. My magical artifact broke once. It's been repaired, but will it still be able to extract extraordinary energy in the future?"
He worried anxiously.
Perhaps he should seek refuge with the largest nearby sect.
But his Dantian was ruined. They definitely would not accept him.
He had to find a way to repair his Dantian.
After thinking this through, he hugged the jar tightly again and ran.
Seeing this, Zhang Si Shui had already understood the whole story.
At the same time, he was thoroughly disdainful of Han Haitao.
What kind of person was this? He had thought the guy was some big shot.
And this was his mindset? He was not even as decisive in killing as Zhang Si Shui.
He was merely a loser who had gotten his hands on a Golden Finger.
Han Haitao then picked another stretch of mountain forest and ran toward it.
Once these Xianxia cultivators became losers, they were truly pitiful.
They had to run everywhere...
At this moment, a giant suddenly appeared in midair.
Then his face slowly descended.