"My master has left me with means!"
When Ji Yuan said these words, Long Ba had nothing more to worry about, nor any hesitation.
"Good!"
"Then let's hide for a while and see."
Hearing this, Ji Yuan was at ease. He couldn't help but think this senior uncle was truly easygoing.
Ji Yuan never thought that Long Ba, a dignified mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, would be willing to lead such a life of hiding.
But thinking about it, it made sense. Otherwise, how would he live so long, from the era of the Shang Court to the present as an ancient relic?
"This will do."
Long Ba swept his divine sense over the area, finding the seabed below was filled with rubble and sand—a perfect hiding place.
"Good."
With that, both of them plummeted straight into it. Ji Yuan turned his hand and took out an identical peculiar stone coffin from the storage bag.
