"Uncle Zhi Sha, how do you have time to come here!"
The avatar put on a smile, walked over with large strides, and slightly bowed.
In his memory, Hong Zhisha and Xiao Ming were brothers in life and death.
If it weren't for Hong Zhisha's intervention back then, Xiao Ming wouldn't have survived until now.
"Not bad, already at the third level of the Dao Realm."
Hong Zhisha looked at him with gratification, a rare smile appearing on his face.
As the sharpest blade of Hidden Kill, the executioner of Great Yu, perhaps only when facing Xiao Yu would he show a trace of a smile.
"Still far from enough."
The avatar's face showed concern.
"Yes, it is quite a lot."
Of course, Hong Zhisha understood his worry. He then took out a bright red bottle from his bosom, "Take this."
Upon seeing this bright red bottle, the avatar's expression immediately changed.
Because the bottle exuded a terrifying aura.
"This is...?"
He looked at Hong Zhisha and asked.
