My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange

"A communication charm? Coordinates? Well, do you have a concrete idea?" Qiu Liangong suddenly appeared in front of Wang Zijia, staring at him intently, asking desperately.

Only then did Wang Zijia get a good look at him. He was around fifty or sixty, with disheveled hair and a face covered in stubble. His robe was fairly clean, but still gave off some sense of sloppiness.

Wang Zijia subconsciously turned to Gu Wenxing, but Qiu Liangong interrupted him, "I’m asking you, why are you looking at him?"

"Master, master, I can’t stand it anymore, if I get hit again I won’t be able to breathe, I really won’t have any breath left!!!"

Far away, amid the constant explosions of spiritual light, a young man protected by layers of spiritual light was thrown about in the sky, pleading with the three of them, revealing his forgotten reality.

Wang Zijia: " . .. . .."

Gu Wenxing: " . .. . .."

"Wait ’til you’re dead!" Qiu Liangong shouted at him and gestured at the sky, causing the two sword slits on the roof to fly down.

Watching this scene, the corner of Wang Zijia’s mouth twitched.