Su Yuexian noticed that this old man's movements seemed somewhat strange, yet she could not tell what exactly was strange about them.
In the end, she sensed no true qi from the old man, so she stopped paying attention to him and continued rushing toward the Willow Leaf Sacred Wall...
Meanwhile, this old man, whose movements were somewhat peculiar, naturally paid no heed to the departing Su Yuexian. He looked toward the battlefield and let out a string of sinister chuckles. "Little fellow, I'm here!"
He was, of course, Gan Wumie—but this old man's body was not his.
Just as Gan Wumie had thought before the Willow Leaf Sacred Wall, not long after leaving Willow Leaf Holy Manor, he had casually found someone to enslave with a secret art, then lodged his own spiritual shadow of consciousness within that enslaved body.
Because the enslaved old man was very weak, Gan Wumie could directly control his body.
Only, his walking movements were still somewhat odd. After all, this was not Gan Wumie's own body—of course it would feel unnatural.
Through the old man's memories, he had already learned what had happened in Willow Leaf City.
Gan Wumie walked forward step by step, thinking to himself, "Little fellow, so you were in such a hurry to leave the Sacred Wall because of this war involving your family and friends. That makes it even more exciting. I'll force you to obediently become my slave."
"Hehehehe..."
He kept letting out eerie laughter as he continued toward the battlefield. He appeared slow, but was actually very fast.
In just half an hour, Gan Wumie reached the edge of the battlefield.
Then, his eyes flickered slightly as they swept over the entire battlefield.
At last, his gaze locked onto Sikong Jing, who was directing the battle,