Both of them could see the confusion in each other's eyes and simultaneously thought of the events of the past.
"Do you think he is truly dead?"
"I believe he is dead!"
"It's hard to say..."
"Bang"
The withered claw of the Stone Crow extended ten feet long, grabbing the old Taoist in front of him and revealing a chilling gleam as he stared intensely, remaining silent for a long time.
"Master, what are you looking at?" The old Taoist appeared calm, but his heart was somewhat tense.
"My good disciple, is it really you?" The Stone Crow examined him as if he were an artifact, with a peculiar light in his eyes, scrutinizing the old Taoist up and down.
"Of course it's me, Master, why do you speak such strange words? Surely you don't believe I am the Little Stone Emperor from our ancestors, do you? That's impossible! You must know, his tomb is just ahead, and many powerful beings are eager to open it."
"Boom"
