Daoist Feng Xu looked happy. Someone behind him handed him a letter.
Huang Six took the letter and turned to leave.
As he left, someone behind Daoist Feng Xu said, "Can this guy do it?"
Daoist Feng Xu shook his head and sighed. "We won't know until we try. After cultivating for hundreds of years, we don't want to really die."
The others had complicated expressions.
"Fengxu, are you really going to hand Lu Qingping over to him?"
An old man in a purple Daoist robe gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "It was this guy who gathered all the cultivators and messed up our plan."
Daoist Feng Xu didn't say anything. His body moved and turned into a breeze that dissipated.
When Huang Six returned to the wasteland, Gao Xiaoxuan, Manager He, and the others surrounded him.
Huang Six took out the letter and told Feng Xu what he had said.