Demon Suppressing Rope

Narrowing his gaze, Su Zimo let out a wary look.

Even though the gray robed cultivator before him was only at early-stage Foundation Establishment, Su Zimo did not dare to be careless.

The person reeked of a strange and unfathomable aura from head to toe.

Furthermore, the fact that this man was able to cross the primordial forest and sea of bones with ease was reason enough for Su Zimo to be wary!

Arriving around ten meters in front of Su Zimo, the gray robed cultivator stopped in his tracks all of a sudden. Raising his brows, he asked with a fake smile, "Fellow Daoist, you're really following tightly. I didn't manage to shake you off at all?"

Su Zimo looked at the person calmly and remained silent.

A hint of mockery flashed in the gray robed cultivator's eyes and his expression darkened. His smile was suddenly wiped away as he asked in a cold tone, "Tell me, what's your background? Why are you following me!"