"Little guy, who are you?"
The seven-colored being who had emerged from the spatial rift lightly raised a hand and stopped the Dream Empty Hammer.
A strange light gleamed in His eyes as He looked at Po Xu Old Ancestor, a hint of curiosity in His gaze.
"L-Little guy? You little brat! Do you even know what you're saying?"
Po Xu Old Ancestor's expression darkened. He had attained the Dao thousands of years ago and was a true patriarch, yet now he was being called a little guy by an elf-like little person. It was infuriating.
After all, even Old Ancestor, a formidable figure who had nearly reached the peak of the Great Dao, had to address him respectfully as a fellow Daoist.
Where had this colorful little person come from? He was small, his aura was weak, yet he spoke with such an air of age and authority.
"Hehe, whether you answer or not doesn't matter."
Jiang Zhizhi smiled with pursed lips, then turned to glance at Jiang Yan behind Him before saying:
"Judging by the looks of things, you seem to be Jiang Yan's opponent. Since that's the case, I'll take care of this trouble for him while I'm at it."
At that, He shook His head helplessly:
"I only meant to use him as an anchor to descend into the Mother River, but I ended up helping him ward off trouble again."
"Never mind. Consider this the interest he owes me."
"Hehe, what big talk. You think you can do it?"
Po Xu Old Ancestor's expression turned cold. He raised the Dream Empty Hammer in his hand once more and swung it down hard, enveloping Jiang Zhizhi and Jiang Yan completely.
It looked as though he meant to destroy them both.
Although he still couldn't figure out