"I have a feeling you've got some bad luck clinging to you, kid. I haven't gotten a single benefit from following you—nothing but trouble."
Ye Lin said flatly, casting Wang Zheng a glance.
The first time he followed Wang Zheng, there had been the great battle at Dark Cloud Mountain. The second time, they had run into a massacre at a tavern. The third time, they had encountered three Daluo Golden Immortal-realm beings. And the fourth time was this time.
This time, they did not even bother putting on an act—they had sent a Quasi-Saint directly.
What about next time?
Would a Saint simply step in and capture them personally?
This fellow really did have bad luck on him. Once they escaped this time, he needed to part ways with this guy.
Following him meant never knowing whether he would live to see tomorrow.
"Ahem, Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, you can't put it like that. They were all accidents—just accidents."
Wang Zheng looked rather embarrassed at Ye Lin's words.
How could this be blamed on him?
He had not known anything either.
But thinking back carefully, it seemed that every step of his journey had been plagued by trouble.
He had already grown accustomed to it.
This time, the trouble was merely a little bigger.
"Well now? You two still have the leisure to chat? I truly admire how relaxed you are."
At that moment, a mocking voice drifted over from afar.
Ye Lin looked up to see a young man leaning against the entrance of a distant cave with his arms folded, watching Ye Lin and Wang Zheng with a teasing expression.
"Big brother, let me go! It's a misunderstanding! I'm from Heaven Province—I'm a native of Heaven Province, big brother! Don't hurt the wrong person!"
Suddenly, Wang Zheng