When the daoists rushed at Zhao Han, the Right Guard General Guo Zhi roared and tried to bring his Imperial Guard subordinates with him to provide help. He naturally knew that the body would be extremely weak once the primordial spirit left. It had to remain in an absolutely safe place.

But how could the daoists let him do as he wished? Elder Xuan Dou and little monk Jie Se’s group did everything they could to stop their retaliation, giving them no way of providing Zhao Han with aid.

At the same time, both sides watched the situation around Zhao Han’s body carefully. Just then, they noticed that two more people had suddenly appeared there. One was a handsome middle-aged man with an eye-catching beard and a voluminous robe. He had a charming smirk that gave off something of a slick and sleazy air. The other one had a completely gloomy expression, and lightning flickered all around him. Behind him was a sword case shaped a bit like a tortoiseshell....