Clang!
Wang Ba had not even had time to react.
From the house in the middle of the Mountain Manor, a figure flung open the door and shot out like lightning, reaching the manor entrance in the blink of an eye.
It was the Stone-Surnamed Cultivator!
But unlike the lofty manner he had assumed before Wang Ba, his expression now was utterly respectful.
It was almost no different from his attitude toward the purple-robed cultivator earlier.
In fact, whether it was Wang Ba's imagination or not, there even seemed to be a faint trace of fear.
Right behind him came Lin Yu.
Her makeup was finished now, lending her a little more allure than before.
She too stood humbly behind the Stone-Surnamed Cultivator, anticipation and nervousness mingling in her eyes.
Only then did Chu Erniu belatedly react. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, and after a moment's hesitation, he approached with small steps.
Vaguely, he felt that his movements were not quite obeying him.
But he merely took it for an illusion born of his panic and thought no more of it.
All three called out, "Senior Brother Zhao."
It seems that although Senior Brother Zhao is also an Outer Sect disciple, his standing is extremely high...
Wang Ba looked thoughtful.
As the three waited eagerly, a stern figure with a sword on his back, familiar to Wang Ba, strode in through the entrance.
His face was as cold and severe as ever, his bearing equally icy.
Faced with their welcome, he swept his gaze over them and said coolly:
"Elder Gao of the Evil Punishment Office has ordered me to collect two hundred Spirit Chickens. Here is the order... Junior Brother Wang? What are you doing here?"
His cold tone abruptly softened.
The three at the entrance, however,