“If you don’t come out now, don’t blame me for my poor manners.” Su Yi’s voice rang out once more.

Ge Qian gnashed his teeth and took out a stack of talismans he kept hidden on his person, placing them on his arms, chest, legs, and back.

Then, as if he still couldn’t rest assured, he placed a heart-protecting mirror over his chest and put on a pair of arm bracers.

Finally, he brushed his hand against the spiritual armor within his apricot-colored Daoist robes and put his left hand on the jade belt around his waist.

It was a storage treasure, and it hid all manner of life-saving methods…

Ge Qian was certain that even if he bumped into a Spirit Dao cultivator, these defensive treasures could create an opening through which he could escape.

Despite all this, when he considered that he was about to face Su Yi, he still felt nervous.

Forget it! There’s no time. Worst-case scenario, I’ll just use the old fart in my sea of consciousness as a shield! Ge Qian gnashed his teeth and shot out of the ocean’s depths.

Splash~

Ge Qian broke through the surface of the water and immediately faced the distant Su Yi and bowed low at the waist. His young, handsome features...