"How strange! Was that man here to help me?"
Back at his lodgings, Lian Youming was still thinking about that elusive stranger.
The man possessed extraordinary skills and an orthodox Daoist background of no small distinction. At the very least, he was an expert on the level of the Five Elders of the Mountain Guardians.
He looked at the drawing paper in his hand, slowly closed his fingers, then rubbed it into scraps.
Could it be...
After turning it over in his mind, Lian Youming suddenly recalled the master in the Martyrs' Cemetery.
"Looks like I'll have to find time to go back and sound him out."
Dawn was approaching.
He had already reached home.
With danger now drawing near, he had to make all his arrangements as quickly as possible and test what these old monsters were made of.
This was different from his previous desperate battle with Mr. Corpse, when he had relied on drugs. This time, he would have to rely on his own strength.
Lian Youming even felt that the so-called Five Elders of the Mountain Guardians might only be pawns. If Mystic Connection Old Monsters emerged in the near future, then across all of China, perhaps only Chen Baihu, the Junk King, and others like them could meet them in battle.
As for people like him, unless they exhausted every means to struggle onward and rise higher now, once calamity struck, they would likely be no more than weeds by the roadside, as lowly as ants. Moreover, if a supreme expert of the Mystic Connection Grand Realm truly formed the intent to kill someone in Four-Nine City, then it went without saying that battle would be all but impossible to avoid. When a martial artist formed an intent, especially an intent to kill, the purer