It wasn't that he didn't dare fight.
The main thing was that the more he listened to these two, the more serious they sounded. They didn't seem to be joking.
They really were going to attack.
He hadn't scared them off.
A fight would cost him more than it was worth.
"Tch!"
"Mountain Lord? I thought you'd be some big shot!"
Zhong Yushu scoffed and put away his spear, turning to look at the old man. His gaze settled on that head of black hair in particular, and he clicked his tongue in wonder.
"Not bad. A free dye job."
"Huh, a perm too?"
"It's even curly."
"You old geezer, keeping up with the trends now?"
As he spoke, Zhong Yushu even reached out with his wrinkled hand and touched it.
"Don't touch me!"
"Keep your filthy hands off!"
The old man rolled his eyes at Zhong Yushu, then lowered his head as though searching for something. Only when he spotted Yu Sheng did he breathe a sigh of relief. "The kid's actually still alive."
"I thought Gu Diao's attack had killed him. What a sturdy body!"
"Haha, what did I tell you?"
"At the foot of this mountain, I guarantee your life will be safe!"
The old man grew rather pleased with himself.
Someone at the seventh awakening had protected a young man from a Demon Lord. Just thinking about it, that was enough to brag about.
Not only had he survived, but the kid had too!
A magnificent achievement!
It was just that the young man didn't seem to be in particularly good shape at the moment.
Zhong Yushu spotted Yu Sheng as well.
The two landed.
"Child, are you all right?"
The old man regained his air of composure and looked at Yu Sheng, his voice gentle