Hearing what the Old Dried Corpse said, the excitement Fang Lin felt from obtaining the Dragon Bone quickly subsided, replaced by a twinge of sorrow.
The words of the Old Dried Corpse indicated that he was definitely going to leave. Originally, Fang Lin had some thoughts of persuading the Old Dried Corpse to stay, but now it seemed that persuasion would be futile.
"Fine, if you want to take him away, take him away. All I need is the Dragon Bone," Fang Lin said with a smile, not saying much else.
The Old Dried Corpse nodded, casting a glance at Zhong Wuwei.
At that moment, Zhong Wuwei felt a tightness in his heart, anxious and uneasy, fearing that the silver-haired elder might do something to him.
Fang Lin was a shrewd person and immediately understood the Old Dried Corpse's intention, saying, "It's alright."
"Boy, do you really intend to keep this man?" The Old Dried Corpse spoke telepathically, making sure Zhong Wuwei couldn't hear.
