When the cultivator saw the cloud of worry on Qin Shaofeng's face, he asked, "So you came to look for your junior sister."
"You might as well describe what she looks like. I have lived reclusively in Nanzhao for many years; perhaps I may have some news."
With one more person to provide clues, Qin Shaofeng was naturally willing. Just as he was about to take out the portrait he had prepared long ago, footsteps sounded from behind him, accompanied by the tremors of something heavy.
Qin Shaofeng's brows drew tight. These people were really hounding him relentlessly.
Just as he was about to teach this group a proper lesson, the cultivator grabbed him and dragged him away, his face full of panic.
"Brother, earlier, I saw that your bearing was extraordinary, and your cultivation must surpass mine, so I had the selfish thought of using you."
"But you have already saved my life. I absolutely cannot continue dragging you down."
"The ones pursuing us are not those insignificant rabble from before. Do you hear those tremors? That is the Holy Lord's guardian, Cang Lin's divine beast, Taotie!"
"He often rides Taotie through the streets, claiming it is for patrols. Whenever he finds lawbreakers, he simply orders Taotie to swallow them. It is vicious beyond measure."
"I once saw Taotie devour someone with my own eyes. That..."
The cultivator seemed to recall something dreadful, and his expression turned extremely ugly. "You must have killed that burly man earlier, drawing Cang Lin's attention. That is why he brought Taotie here to find us."
"Stop talking. Let's get out of here."
The cultivator was flustered, but Qin Shaofeng looked into the distance. In his line of sight stood a vicious-looking man, eight feet tall, clad in armor, broad-shouldered and bear-waisted.
His face