"Whoa, what a cool bald head!"
Zhu Xiaoming touched his own bald head and looked at the handsome young man walking straight towards them, nudging Zhang Fusheng with his elbow:
"Is he your friend?"
Zhang Fusheng didn't answer, squinting his eyes to scrutinize the young man.
This time, the young man wasn't carrying that skinny woman on his back, but he was still holding a bone bowl in his hand.
The bowl was inlaid with gold and crystals, which might not be recognized by others at first glance, but Zhang Fusheng recognized it.
It was a bowl made from a skull.
Ninety percent probability it was the Buddha Son Du Mingsheng mentioned.
Zhang Fusheng stood still, silently gathering strength, his muscles tensing, with the Yin Snake True Intent swirling within them,
He was even ready to expose his Divine Realm.
The handsome young man had reached them.
The young man stopped, his face showing neither sadness nor joy, and with a flash, he stretched out his hand.
