Chapter 4: Class II Spiritual Cook's Magic Tool_2

The black-faced cultivator made a compelling argument.

Unable to hold himself back, he revealed his eager hope:

"I wonder if Master Shen has a companion... If I could marry Master Shen, I would have no worries in this life!"

As soon as he said this, for some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He felt a cold sensation wash over his back.

Turning his head, he saw Senior Zhao looking at him with a smiling face.

The black-faced cultivator immediately breathed a sigh of relief, laughing:

"Senior Zhao, you think the same, don't you?"

"Hehe…"

...

In a mountain recess.

Wang Ba's gaze flickered as he watched the black-faced cultivator, whose eyes had lost their focus. A trace of red disappeared from the cultivator's eyes.

He had originally planned on politely questioning this person about the affairs of the Tianmen Sect.

However, later... he changed his mind.

The process became somewhat more violent.

Nevertheless, he obtained the information he wanted smoothly.