At six in the afternoon, the master and disciple finally left.
The two of them had no choice but to leave.
At some point, the surroundings were filled with onlookers.
They watched Master Yuan with great interest as he danced around.
Master Yuan's face was ashen. He walked forward at a speed that did not match his age.
That was too fucking embarrassing!
After living for over a hundred years, he was played like a monkey for the first time.
Even though Chen Yu knew he wanted to enter, he still refused to show his face.
It was obvious that he wanted to embarrass him!
The middle-aged man following behind did not dare to breathe too loudly.
His master was in a fit of anger. At this time, no matter what he said, he would be used as a punching bag.
Over the years, his master had taken in more than ten disciples.
He was the only disciple left alive.