Birth

But soon, everything changed.

The buildings in the bustling city and the ground under their feet began to shake and tremble.

In an instant, the world spun.

The unkempt old Daoist only saw a blur before being kicked forcefully to the ground.

"Run, let's see how far you can run!"

Nan Xuan shouted angrily, using his foot to press down firmly on the unkempt old Daoist.

"Alright, spare me, kind sir. I haven't done anything against the heavens. Please, sir, take a closer look," the sloppy old Daoist said as he struggled on the ground.

Just then, Jian Wushuang slowly approached him and crouched down.

The sloppy old Daoist, who had been planning to continue begging for mercy, shivered when he saw the newcomer's face. He closed his eyes and actually passed out.

"Frightened to death?" Nan Xuan exclaimed in surprise.

Jian Wushuang spoke coldly, "If you pretend to be dead again, you'll really be dead."