Chapter 228: 228 He can't die

Huangmu City, City Lord Mansion.

In that empty grand hall, Daoist Muhuang was engrossed in the book he held in his hands.

After completing a page, he would lower his head, lick his tongue, and flip to the next page.

"Senior, the two of them have left the city," suddenly, a faint voice of Steward Han sounded, "Six people followed them out, including Xue Yong and Zheng Mingxin."

"Hmm."

Daoist Muhuang responded, indicating his awareness, yet his eyes didn't deviate from the book.

Steward Han reminded again, "Are we not going to intervene?"

"Are you worried about those two from Great Zhou? That doesn't sound like you."

After a long pause, Steward Han sighed, murmuring, "I almost forgot that I am a human, until I saw them. As I age, I can't bear to see beautiful things getting destroyed."

At last, Daoist Muhuang looked up and glanced at him, then comforted," If you had maintained this frame of mind ten years ago, you would have a hope for reaching the Nascent Soul."