“Daoist Master, you must be careful. This man is deeply scheming, his words cannot be fully trusted,” Mr. Jinyan cautioned.0

“It’s fine. They’re all just clay chickens and tile dogs[1],” Li Yanchu said with a smile.0

Mr. Jinyan was taken aback. Young people these days really do speak with confidence!0

Still, this one was strong enough to back it up.0

He offered a few more words of advice, and also arranged with Minghe to play a few more games of chess when they had the chance.0

To be safe, Li Yanchu struck Zhou Yushu unconscious with a chop of his hand, then stepped forward to Xiahou Zhen’s side.0

At this moment, Xiahou Zhen’s soul seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, swaying back and forth. Li Yanchu sent a stream of spiritual power into him, helping stabilize his primordial spirit. Only then did Xiahou Zhen calm down.0

“Who exactly...0