The Little Earth Immortal froze in place, maintaining a poised stance, not daring to move an inch.
In despair, he closed his eyes and began drafting a will in his mind as he saw no escape.
Yet after drafting for a while, he sadly realized the fact that he was a pauper.
Aside from the bundle picked from the melon field, all his possessions amounted to just this pair of suspenders.
'Suspenders for Zhang Ze, underwear for the Jade Book Tower, buttons for Half a Star Disc.'
After completing the distribution of his meager assets, the impoverished Little Earth Immortal sighed in his heart.
'Alas, this immortal's great endeavors remain incomplete, now to fall in this place. In another life, I shall avenge this moment.'
'Pity for Zhang Ze too, losing a perfect rival. His remaining life might be spent in loneliness due to my absence—so sad, so lamentable…'
'I… hey, why hasn't that Demon Monk made a move?'
