"This is not good, not good at all!" Along with Ban Ji, another cultivator shared the same feeling.
He concealed his appearance and identity, remained very low-key, and was merely observing.
But now, he knew he couldn't just stay idle.
He voluntarily stepped up to Ban Ji: "Young Master Ban Ji, let me assist you!"
He revealed his true appearance and deliberately spoke loudly, drawing everyone's attention.
Ban Ji was surprised when he saw the newcomer, recognizing an old acquaintance and immediately let out a cold snort: "Why is it you?"
The newcomer was none other than the Rust Disaster Craftsman.
His entire body was shrouded in a dark red iron robe, and under the robe, the outline of a metallic skeleton could be vaguely seen. Every movement he made emitted a dull metallic grinding sound, with rust falling off intermittently.
