Inside the room, Jiang Zhi only felt a sudden daze.
He couldn't help but recall that day outside the Origin Spirit Realm, when Fifth Senior Brother had also grabbed his wrist with such force.
Only, that day, he was ordering him not to go inside.
And today, he was handing him Victory Cake.
This Daoist Junior Martial Uncle was already an old fellow of no small age; if he were placed in the mortal world, his grandchildren would probably already be running about.
At this moment, however, a look of relief appeared on his face.
"Fifth Senior Brother, these years, Little Junior Brother has been so tired."
He was, by nature, the least suitable person to preside over the big picture.
Yet his senior brothers and sisters had either died or gone mad.
The reason this fellow kept going down the mountain to slay demons, choosing to prove the Dao through killing, had a lot to do with intimidating all sides.
