What's going on?
Then the door behind creaked open.
Qin Jiu turned his head, looking at the Taoist coming out of the door, "M-Master?"
"Oh, I was stuck over there, came out for a break mid-game, don't mind me," Li Fan glanced at Qin Jiu, "Why did you end up like this again? Didn't I tell you to wave the flag in the formation? So hot-blooded, huh?"
Li Fan casually pointed, replenishing Qin Jiu's energy, and handed him a pot of Longevity Pill to munch on, glancing at the demonic winds and shadows roaring outside the courtyard,
"What, are you gathering enemies? You can almost clear them. If you pull too many, even fools would know it's a trap, then they won't dare come near."
Qin Jiu, "… Clear, clear them?"
