"A monk does not utter false words; I truly do not know this young man," Pu Du said, pressing his palms together.
The Demon Lord snorted coldly, saying, "Pu Du, are you playing games with me? If you don't know him, why did you rescue him?"
Pu Du said, "I was entrusted by someone. We've been old friends for many years; you should know that if I promised to help, I would try my utmost."
"Kid, you're lucky. But don't get arrogant; I will soon find you!"
After speaking, the Demon Lord gazed coldly at Pu Du, "Pu Du, be careful too. When I return to my peak, I will settle this debt of today's threat with you!"
"No goodbyes," Pu Du still wore a smile.
The Demon Lord turned into a stream of light and left.
"Thank you, master, for your assistance!" Jiang Xiaobai clasped his hands in gratitude. If this old monk Pu Du hadn't intervened today, he feared truly being imprisoned by the Demon Lord for life.
"Don't thank me; thank the one who pleaded with me to rescue you," Pu Du said.
