Forced to Be a Lackey?

"Luohou?" What the hell, Luohou was this fair-skinned? This guy was really clinging to the word "fair." You really couldn't judge a person by their appearance—color knew no black or white. In Yuan Tian's mind, Luohou should have been dark, savage, tall, and burly. But the one before him now—so fair, so handsome, so young. Well, never mind the young part; one look and you could tell he was an idol-type. There wasn't the slightest hint of savagery about him. Of course, Yuan Tian also knew this guy was absolutely the real deal. Yuan Tian still could not see through his cultivation. If that did not make him the real deal, then who was? As for whether this Luohou was the Luohou Yuan Tian had imagined, Yuan Tian never doubted it for a moment. There was no need to say it. Even if his appearance differed from what Yuan Tian had expected, Yuan Tian had never suspected otherwise. After all, how could there be so many powerful experts named Luohou in the Primordial Wilderness? Why would everyone named Luohou have such high cultivation?

But why had this Luohou stopped him? What was he after? His reputation in later generations did not seem very good, and his cultivation was so high. Please, do not come looking for trouble with me, or I'll truly be in danger this time.

If Yuan Tian had not been injured and his mana had been full, he truly would not have feared Luohou. Though he was weaker than Luohou and certainly could not defeat him in a one-on-one fight, Yuan Tian believed escaping from his hands would not have been a problem. This was called a strategic retreat, not fleeing from battle. The key issue now was that Yuan Tian was injured, and his mana was