The desert winds howled, and the old weasel howled.
"You old bastard, I'll curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!"
Fortunately, it carried a communication jade slip with it and immediately sent a message to Ye Feng.
This way.
Ye Feng and his second master were still traversing the spatial passage. This passage was drafty and dilapidated, like a crumbling house that was about to collapse at any moment, creaking and groaning under its own weight.
Ye Feng looked around with some concern.
"Second Master, I have a feeling this passage is about to break. Are you sure we can find Pharaoh Danmeng's true form smoothly?"
The second master waved his hand confidently.
"You can rest assured that I'll handle things."
Ye Feng, “…”
soon.
Ye Feng's communication jade slip emitted a buzzing vibration, and the old weasel's voice came through.
"Ha ha!"
The second master laughed loudly and spoke first.
"The old weasel has sent a message. No need to ask, it must have successfully reached its destination."
"I'm sure it's on the rooftop of that building right now, looking for you."
"Well, Xiaofeng, now you should believe what I said, right?"
The second master's voice was also heard by the old weasel on the other side through the sound transmission jade slip.
Immediately, angry curses rang out, accompanied by howling winds.
"Old man, you fucking teleported me to the Sahara Desert! Could you be any more reliable? Can't you do something right?!"
Where is your integrity?
"Why don't you teleport me to outer space? I'll send my wrath to your entire family for eighteen generations!"
"This place is in the middle of nowhere, how the hell am I supposed to get back to Haidong?"
"You just wait, don't let me see you again, or I'll fart you to death, you son of a bitch..."
The old weasel's cursing voice came over intermittently.
Ye Feng was speechless.
"Second Master, what can I say about you?"
"..."
The second master awkwardly shrank back, his face swollen from the slap...
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