Sun Jiachen's eyes narrowed and looked at the visitor coldly. Although he was young, he had a kind of dignified momentum. However, in this miasma, those demon cultivators above the shape don't know how many they have seen. Sun Jiachen doesn't care about the boy with a big knife on his back.

However, Cao Mu's face was smiling again when he glanced at the corner of his eyes. "This friar, Sun Mou didn't mean to make trouble for you. There are regulations in the village. Unlike you friars, we don't have to eat or drink. We are all mortals. In this village, if we have more than one hundred mouths,...