But the other party appeared to be very sincere.
Even though Xu Zimo felt that something was off, he could not pinpoint exactly what was wrong.
He looked at the other party.
Then confirmed it once more.
"So it's that simple?"
Normally, if the other party was willing to lead the way, even if he opened his mouth like a lion and demanded some treasures,
as long as it was not too excessive, Xu Zimo could accept it.
After all, at his level, things ordinary people dreamed of possessing no longer caught his eye.
Yet the other party sought neither wealth nor favors.
He merely hoped that Xu Zimo would protect him.
In truth, even if he had not said so, as his guide, Xu Zimo would have protected his safety anyway.
Thus, Xu Zimo asked, "Do you have some great enemy?"
"Is that why you want me to protect you?"
"To you, sir, they are merely ants that can be swept aside with a wave of your hand. But to me, they are mortal enemies who decide between life and death."
Black Mountain Old Demon said frankly.
He began telling his story.
He had originally been a black mountain.
Then, through countless years of change, he developed spiritual intelligence and began to think for himself.
Thus, he named himself Black Mountain Old Demon.
Black Mountain Old Demon had been born from the mutation of a thing of heaven and earth, and his talent was extraordinary.
He could inhale and exhale the power of the sun and moon, and he could also siphon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Cultivation had been as simple as eating and drinking for him.
But precisely because it had been so easy, Black Mountain Old Demon had never encountered any tribulation.
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