Upon thinking this, Old Xuan suddenly became confused.
Should this battle continue?
If they finished fighting, where should he and his young master go, and what path should they take next?
At this moment, Old Xuan felt an incredible sense of suffocation. Even though there was nothing behind him, he had a strong feeling that a pair of giant eyes were watching every move of his and his young master, and a pair of giant hands were holding the puppet strings connected to him, controlling the future of him and his young master.
Luo Bingxin vaguely sensed that something was off with Old Xuan's emotions. She turned her head and saw Old Xuan's face filled with worry as he dazed off.
