Yellow Dragon Fruit

Although the Spiritual Pedestal Tier old man fell heavily, his strength was out of the ordinary after all; he immediately jumped up again, though his body was covered in blood. He instantly ran back to the restriction and stared fiercely at Ling Han and Ma Duo Bao.

"You guys won't get away!" he yelled, straining his voice. 

A dignified Spiritual Pedestal Tier cultivator actually let two juniors run from right under his nose. How could he bear to stand this? This wasn't just about losing face, but being an incompetent sentry—the sect's punishment would definitely await him.

"Pah, Treasure Master will leave how he wants, and leave whenever he wants. Can you deal with me?" Ma Duo Bao turned around and patted his but at the old man. "If you have the ability, come bite Treasure Master's butt!"

"Tanned Brother, give me a Disguise Pill quickly!" As he turned his head, his expression changed, ingratiating himself with Ling Han.