Li Huowang felt something was amiss, and he clenched his fists tightly, hammering his own head several times.
When he realized this was futile, Li Huowang took out a long needle and inserted it between his fingers, and the intense pain finally made him stop his associations.
"Huh," Li Huowang, drenched in cold sweat, took a deep breath and glanced at the red Taoist robe on his body, biting down on his teeth forcefully, thinking that whatever the Fate Commander was, now that it was the enemy, he had to confront it.
It was then that Li Huowang suddenly noticed someone's gaze.
"Who's there?! Come out!" With a low shout from Li Huowang, three tentacles instantly drew three swords.
Shortly after, he saw Chan Du, the abbot of Zhengde Temple of Da Qi, slowly approaching from a side alley.
"Benefactor Li, this humble monk has a small favor to ask of you, can you lend a helping hand?"
