Jiang Hao climbed up from the mud, his fingernails filled with black mud. As soon as the system bound the mission to the heavens, he bumped into Uncle Jiu. The yellow-robed Taoist priest slapped the talisman on his forehead without saying a word, and the burn caused his scalp to burst. How could the guy at the bottom of the lake crawl out alive despite the water he jumped into? Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes and sneered, his legs weakened: At this beginning, his life is in the hands of others!
