Towards the South Region

Su Zimo turned to look at the gray-robed old man not far away and bowed. "Thank you for your help, Senior. May I ask for your Dao title?"

"Young Friend, just call me Uncle Feng."

The gray-robed old man smiled.

That was no Dao title; it was more like a casual form of address.

Su Zimo was puzzled and could not help but ask, "Senior, you know me?"

"I don't."

Uncle Feng smiled. "This is the first time we've met."

Su Zimo was even more puzzled and asked, "In that case, why did you rush here to save me, Senior?"

Uncle Feng shook his head. "It's not convenient for me to say more about that. Perhaps you'll know in the future."

Su Zimo frowned slightly and thought of all the people he had once befriended.

He had definitely never seen Uncle Feng before.

In other words, someone must have instructed Uncle Feng to save him, similar to Paramount Supremacy Evil Destruction.