"Phew..."
An Yi crouched in the tree and watched the two-sided disaster unfold, then clapped his hands in satisfaction.
That gray-robed old man was actually still not completely dead. What tenacious vitality.
Seeing this, An Yi nimbly jumped down from the tree.
He immediately put on an anxious, concerned expression and ran toward the gray-robed old man.
"Sir! Sir!"
"Are you all right? Hang in there! I'm coming to save you!"
He rushed anxiously to the side of the dying gray-robed old man.
The gray-robed Dou Spirit struggled to open his poison-corroded eyes. Looking at the black-haired youth before him, who appeared flustered yet held no fear whatsoever, a flash of realization suddenly struck his mind.
He stared fixedly at An Yi, his eyes filled with bone-deep resentment and killing intent.
"Cough, cough... Brat! You... you deliberately lured us here?!"
An Yi stopped walking. The anxiety on his face instantly vanished, and he spread his hands innocently. "Why would you say that, sir?"
"You still dare deny it!"
The gray-robed Dou Spirit coughed up a mouthful of poisoned blood in regret. "There aren't any other low-level magical beasts active nearby at all! I was so frantic just now that I actually failed to notice such an obvious flaw!"
The smile on An Yi's face gradually faded, and he let out a helpless sigh.
"Sir, wouldn't it have been better for you to die in confusion? Now that you've figured it out, does it mean anything besides dying full of resentment?"
Filled with regret, the gray-robed Dou Spirit stared at An Yi and demanded unwillingly:
"I just don't understand! You and I have no grudge, and I even intended to recommend you to the He Family's patriarch. Why would you repay kindness with enmity? What benefit does this bring you?!"
Faced