Chu Xisheng, now with a hint of reluctance in his voice, said, "Brother Leng, when I'm gone, help me look after them. Four thousand taels of Demon Silver a day, we'll settle up afterwards."
Zhou Liangchen's bushy eyebrows immediately twisted into a frown as he pondered why he would need looking after.
As a Daoist servant, it was one thing to be unable to lend a hand, but to have his lord pay to have them looked after was quite nonsensical.
But before he could voice his objection, Chu Xisheng had already spread the White Tiger Wings and swiftly flown toward the summit of Xuanwu Ice Mountain.
His speed was incredibly fast, and in an instant, he had vanished without a trace.
At this moment, Leng Chanra's eyes also showed a trace of hesitation and worry.
Chu Xisheng asking him to guard Zhou Liangchen and Bai Xiaozhao probably also carried the intention of restraining him.
