"Lao Ji, weren't you quite clever? How did you end up in such a situation?" Ding Huan couldn't help but tease.
Ji Luo chuckled, "Before you speak, can you take a look at yourself? Aren't you in the same situation? At least I can survive; you might find it difficult."
Ding Huan's heart stirred, then he laughed and said, "Lao Ji, you managed to survive probably thanks to those Three Thousand Great Paths, right? Don't forget that the scroll of Three Thousand Great Paths is with me now."
Ji Luo was stunned for a moment, then he cursed fiercely.
He truly relied on the Three Thousand Great Paths to survive.
The person who captured him didn't dare to kill him because he occasionally brought out some Taoist Divine Power.
"Back in the day, the generosity of me, Lao Ji, ultimately became an arrow shot toward my own head. You little brat, stealing my chance to survive," Ji Luo covered his forehead.
