The vertical pupils open, and the White Crane Boy descends!
He first glanced at Li Zhuiyuan, who stood not far away, and the boy had already grown accustomed to this.
As a medium, he had been following the youth around for some time, busy coming and going.
Recently, whenever he was summoned, he found himself reduced to the youth's lackey.
Li Zhuiyuan opened his left hand, while his right hand, wrapped in yellow cloth and clenched into a fist, greeted the boy with the formal gesture of a military official:
"Please, esteemed boy, slay the evil spirits!"
The White Crane Boy hesitated for a moment.
His vertical pupils narrowed as he felt somewhat unaccustomed to the sudden courtesy from the youth.
The unexpected respect even left him slightly flattered.
Although he did not understand what had changed today, since the young man was willing to give him face, he ought to respond in kind.
The White Crane Boy nodded at Li Zhuiyuan.
"Mm."
Come on, let me see where this evil spirit you summoned for me to deal with is hiding.
The boy's vertical pupils began to survey the surroundings.
He could sense a heavy aura of wickedness very close by.
However, this evil spirit seemed particularly skilled at hiding; even his own pupils could not temporarily pierce through its concealment.