Good grief!
Wang Wu wasn't surprised at Song Guangming's misfortune at all, but these three strange Immortals wanted to see him, damn it, could he have offended them?
His little arms and legs just couldn't afford it.
Immediately, he hurriedly replied to the message, then directly teleported out from the Hidden Origin Bell; as soon as he appeared, he was fixated upon by two gazes, even a Level 24 Passive Concealment was useless.
It was as if everything else turned into nothingness, all became blank, between heaven and earth, only he and those two people opposite him remained.
He hadn't even done anything yet, and he was already in a very ordinary small courtyard.
There was an old man in gray who looked very ordinary, and a young man in black who seemed even younger than him, looking just as ordinary.
It was quite strange.
Of course, Wang Wu also knew that at this moment, he absolutely couldn't put on airs or be pretentious; the more honest, the better.
