At this moment, the old Daoist completely gave up resisting.
"Young hero, hold your hand."
The old Daoist lay on the ground, gasping for breath, sweat streaming down his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "I first harbored murderous intent, and then saw your secret. I am certain I won't survive, but I can tell you something, only asking for a promise in return."
Li Yan glanced coldly, "Speak!"
The old Daoist gritted his teeth, "King Shu is old, and it's unknown who bewitched him, but over the years he has been searching for the Art of Immortality and has become capricious in temperament. You destroyed his Firearms Team, and he will definitely not let it slide."
"He has three such Firearms Teams. We are just being driven. The true trusted confidants of King Shu are only 'Gui Hualian' and the Pei Yufang that you killed."
