Zhao Tian felt like these people were going to devour him.
The crowd watched Zhao Tian with predatory eyes.
Beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Tian's forehead involuntarily, the pressure was truly overwhelming.
Fang Ying had completely lost patience and questioned Zhao Tian: "What exactly do you want?"
"I just want to say, wait a moment." Zhao Tian replied awkwardly to Fang Ying with a smile.
"Get out of the way." Fang Ying didn't want to waste words with Zhao Tian and urged him to leave.
"Um... My friend is on the way, can't we wait for a while?" Zhao Tian said again.
"We're here to catch ghosts, why should we wait?" Fang Ying was thoroughly frustrated.
The last bit of patience he had was worn away by Zhao Tian.
"Move aside, don't you understand?" Fang Ying scolded Zhao Tian again.
As his voice fell, disciples from behind him stepped forward.
These people unsheathed their longswords one after another.
