"Speak up, who sent you here!"
After Quella Radcliffe had left, Julius Reed stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at the murderous Taoist priest before him.
The other party was very strong, he could feel it.
"Throughout my life, I have acted according to my own heart. The one looking for you today is me."
Dustless smiled faintly, but the smile did not hide the murderous intent.
"If, as you claim, we have no grudges between us, why come looking for trouble with me?"
Julius Reed slightly frowned, sensing that this Taoist priest was definitely not simple. Moreover, he couldn't recall any conflict with a Taoist priest in his memory. So what was the purpose of the visit today?
Fortunately, Quella Radcliffe had already left, so he could fight freely.
"Master Julius, you really do have a short memory!"
Dustless flicked his horsetail whisk and asked sternly, "Do you remember injuring a man with your own hands?"