"Uh..." Crow Daoist gaped, momentarily at a loss for words.
He finally understood.
This was no time loop at all.
That little bastard was the bane of his existence. Wherever he went, there the boy was.
Cold sweat broke out on Crow Daoist's forehead and trickled down his wrinkled old face.
Others might not know what those old hags of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect were capable of, but he knew all too well.
If someone fell into their hands, never mind a human-even a pig would meet a gruesome end!
Crow Daoist's mind raced as he desperately searched for a way out.
But no matter how he thought it over, every escape route was blocked.
The main problem was that the Little Bandit had plundered everything he had amassed over a thousand years. He was now cleaner than his own face, without even a single escape treasure to pull out.
What was he supposed to escape with?
Just then, Hua Yurong slowly raised her withered hand.
Peak Spirit Transformation spiritual power gathered in her palm, pressing the surrounding vegetation flat against the ground. Even Crow Daoist's bones felt tight under the pressure.
Just as her palm was about to descend, Crow Daoist suddenly widened his eyes, pointed behind Hua Yurong, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Disciple, you brought reinforcements?"
"Good! Fight our way out with your master!"
"Hm?!"
Hua Yurong's heart jolted, and she spun around.
There was nothing behind her.
There was no disciple, not even a single figure.
"I've been tricked!"
When she turned back, where was Crow Daoist?
The old fellow had already darted several miles away and was desperately fleeing low along the wooded hills.
"After him!"
Hua Yurong's face turned livid as she barked, "Catch the old one first! The young