Chen Xu sat by the table and found Master Wu looking at him with a very strange gaze.
The master had his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in the middle of the inn room.
One moment, he would look up as if observing the heavens, sighing deeply with varied tones.
Another moment, he would stare fixedly at Chen Xu, as if looking at a treasure, yet also as if regarding a monster.
Sometimes, Wu Zhengze would look down at his own pacing feet, and at that moment, he would tightly close his mouth, not uttering a single word, not even a sigh.
Chen Xu dared not make a sound, although he was in excellent condition now.
He had a feeling: half an hour ago, he was truly weak and stupid, having a body full of power and divine abilities yet clueless on how to use them.
Such a waste of resources, truly pitiful.
Chen Xu even had the urge to immediately rise and chase after that evil ghost to destroy Pufeng Mountain!
