"Who goes there?"
Only when he drew close did Chen Shichong sense that someone had locked onto him by some means. He stopped and demanded an answer in alarm. Mu Bai's expression changed at once. The black-robed elder before him radiated an intense metal-attribute aura. He was one of the followers who had accompanied Hai Chen on several of his appearances.
"Shi Chong, he's here for me. I cultivated an Immortal Race Cultivation Technique. He's one of the Immortal Race from the Immortal Realm."
"No, he's after me." Chen Shichong slowly drew his longsword and held it across his chest. "The Immortal Race are people too. I'd like to see how someone who left the Origin Realm plans to honor his ancestors now that he's back!"
Jin Er snorted with a cold chuckle, scorning Chen Shichong for still showing off his sharp tongue with death at his door. It was true that the Immortal Race had originated in the Origin Realm, but how many of them had actually ascended to the Immortal Realm? They were merely a new Human Race born in the Immortal Realm, calling themselves immortals.
"Nothing but a sharp tongue. Get in!"
Jin Er tossed up a cloth sack, which swelled in the wind. An invisible force tugged at Chen Shichong, drawing him toward it. Mu Bai furrowed his brows, reached into his Mustard Seed Bag, and scattered gold sand toward it, dispersing the water vital qi under Jin Er's control. Only then did Chen Shichong wrench himself free with a fierce effort.
"A treasure with such a rich earth attribute. This Origin Realm truly cannot be underestimated."
"If there's a grievance, I'll take it on. Don't touch my brother."
"Someone will deal with you. My mission is to capture him. He isn't worthy of walking beside