"Didn't I say?" A figure sitting in front of the mountain valley stood up. "Don't come here again!"
He stood up, and filthy, stinky pus seeped out of his torn armor.
He indeed had reason to be angry.
He had gambled all his soul and conscience here to suppress the evil in the valley.
However…
As time passed, the evil spirits in the valley continued to erode his mind and soul.
Now, he was on the verge of collapse.
Every bit of strength was precious!
Just like how he had chased away the little girl from the Chu family, it had caused his remaining rationality to the verge of falling.
However, in split second, he smelled a familiar scent.
It was the scent of the wind.
"You brought someone?" He asked.
"Is that General Ma Jinzhong?" In his opinion, that person was the only one who could possess such a dense amount of the strength of the Wind Master.
Thank God!
He did not fall into the trap!
But…