I have a city in another world

Seeing Tang Zhen returning to the city, Qi Laosan was secretly happy and hurried forward to greet him.

Only then did he realize that there was a man in a white robe standing next to Tang Zhen, with a cold and arrogant look.

He remained silent throughout the whole process, and did not respond at all to Qi Lao San's greeting.

Arrogant and cold, with absolutely no manners at all.

When he saw the man in white robe, Qi Laosan felt that it was right. This was exactly what he imagined an immortal to look like.

But this look is indeed unpleasant, and one can't help but feel fear.

Comparing the two, Tang Zhen is more approachable. After the two sides get familiar with each other, there is not much pressure when communicating.

If it was the man in white robe, Qi Lao San would definitely be worried when communicating with him.

He was afraid that a careless word would displease the Immortal Master and result in severe punishment.

Qi Laosan told Tang Zhen everything he was responsible for, without leaving anything out.

He was very cautious, fearing that he would not do well and let down the trust Tang Zhen had given him.

He was just a common man who had never experienced such a thing before. In order to get things done, he really tried his best.

However, in just a few days, Qi Lao San felt that the days were long and he didn't get a good night's sleep.

If this situation continues, it may not be long before he falls ill from overwork.

In an environment with backward living conditions, if ordinary people get a serious illness, there is almost no chance of recovery.

The vast majority of them will slowly suffer from their hard work and will die within a few years.

Despite this worry, Qi Lao San still gritted his teeth and persevered, not wanting to let down the trust that Tang Zhen had placed in him.

He was just a peasant, but it was a great blessing for him to be trusted and entrusted by the Immortal Master.

Qi Lao San does not consider himself, but he must consider his family. If he does good things for the immortal master with all his heart, his family may be able to benefit.

Tang Zhen could see Qi Laosan's mental state very clearly and knew that he was indeed working hard.

The dyeing workshop is just a cover to cover the construction of the teleportation array, but Qi Laosan’s work is not in vain. If he does his job seriously, he will definitely be rewarded afterwards.

For Tang Zhen, it was just a casual act, but it could change the fate of Qi Laosan's family.

How long this God-given fortune will last depends on the blessings of the third brother's family.

Qi Laosan didn't know that the man in white was the culprit that caused the town to be blocked and swallowed up, otherwise he would have cursed him in his heart.

If he knew that the white-robed monk was under control and had no ability to fight back, he might have rushed forward and beat the damn bastard to death with his fists.

You have to know that his parents both died because of the raging yellow sand. After being buried outside the city, even their graves have been swallowed by the yellow sand.

I wanted to pay homage to my relatives, but I couldn't find their graves.

After listening to Qi Laosan's story, Tang Zhen smiled and nodded, expressing his approval of his work.

Then he waved his hands and a pile of black particles appeared, and then transformed into rich life energy.

As Tang Zhen operated it, it was sent into Qi Laosan's body, which instantly refreshed him.

In recent times, the accumulated fatigue and anxiety, as well as the hidden injuries and chronic illnesses in the body in the past, all disappeared in an instant.

Feeling the changes in his body, Qi Lao San was stunned at first, and then he saw Tang Zhen's half-smile.

At this moment, Qi Laosan's mind was extremely sharp and clear, and he immediately realized that this matter was related to Tang Zhen.

"Thank you for the reward, Master!"

With a look of gratitude, Qi Lao San bowed to Tang Zhen again.

"Do your best and I'll definitely not let you down in the future."

Tang Zhen did not say much, but Qi Lao San knew it very well and bowed again to express that he would do his best.

Tang Zhen waved his hand again, and a sheepskin bag with a pattern appeared, making a metallic clanking sound when it fell on the table.

Then the pocket opened, revealing the coins inside. The glittering golden light made Qi Laosan breathe rapidly.

It was the first time he had seen so many gold coins, which was more than enough to build a dyeing room.

"This money is for you. Don't be stingy when you need to spend it. I need to build the dyeing room in the shortest possible time."

"Think of some ways to block off the construction site and send people to guard the door to prevent people from entering and watching casually." After hearing Tang Zhen's instructions, Qi Lao San nodded repeatedly, picked up the purse and turned to leave.

Such a large sum of money must be hidden well to prevent it from being stolen by thieves.

If it were in the past, Qi Lao San would have been unable to sleep or eat well if he had controlled such a large sum of money.

But at this moment, he was conscious and clear-headed, and was very calm even with a large sum of money in his hand.

Because he is confident enough to protect this property and nothing unexpected will happen.

After Qi Lao San left, the white-robed monk spoke slowly, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"It doesn't seem right that someone like you would go to a town on the edge of the desert to build a dyeing house.

I wonder what your purpose is in coming here?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Zhen couldn't help but chuckle.

"I don't know what to call you?"

After hearing this, the white-robed monk hesitated for a moment, but chose to tell the truth: "Lingyun Sect, Pan Song."

“That’s why I said that you have a problem with your brain. You know that what I did is not normal, but you still insist on digging into the truth.

What if the truth cannot be told, but you know it? Do you think I should keep you or not? "

When Pan Song heard this, his heart suddenly trembled.

"I am not your fellow disciple. I will not be polite or accommodating to you. Remember to use your brain before speaking in the future."

After hearing this, Pan Song was silent for a few breaths, then nodded slightly to show that he accepted the instruction.

This time, every aspect of the trip was unexpected. The danger has not been eliminated yet and we are also under the control of others. It is better not to bring trouble to ourselves.

Another reason for surrendering was that Tang Zhen's methods were more powerful than his. Until now, Pan Song had no way to break the confinement methods.

Not only is it impossible to crack, there is not even a clue at all. This has never happened before.

The shock in Pan Song's heart could no longer be expressed in words.

This situation is enough to prove that Tang Zhen's methods are far superior to his and they are completely not on the same level.

Relying on his natural talents, Pan Song has always been regarded as a genius in the eyes of the world, and even his master often praises and admires him.

His attainments in runes and magic arrays are unmatched among his peers, and the profound knowledge he has learned and practiced is rarely understood by his fellow monks.

Within his own sect, Pan Song is a top student and a leader who is far ahead of others.

Monks like this are naturally aloof and arrogant, and self-centered.

His behavior is weird, but he is totally unaware of it.

But it is precisely such beings that, when they encounter a cultivator stronger than themselves, they will surrender more readily and be eager to obtain more knowledge inheritance.

Even if the other party is an enemy and poses a threat to one's life, one cannot suppress this mentality.

This was Pan Song's case. In addition to anger, there was also a hint of excitement that he was not even aware of.

He felt that the rune array that imprisoned him was a treasure that had fallen from the sky and was worthy of his careful study and excavation.

If I can gain something, it will be worth all this thrilling experience and it can be considered a blessing in disguise.

Of course, he must not tell Tang Zhen about this thought, otherwise where would Pan Song's face be?

At the same time, he was also wondering where Tang Zhen came from and what he was doing in this small desert town.

At this time, he didn't care about the destruction of his rune array. It wasn't a big loss. He just felt angry.

Until now, Pan Song doesn't think he did anything wrong, he just chose the wrong means of revenge.

Tang Zhen was right. We should have used more precise means to punish the culprits and not give them a chance to escape.

Pan Song also wouldn't care about the harm to innocent people. They were just a group of mortal ants. They could only blame it on their bad luck.

However, he was really worried that Tang Zhen would expose his identity and be attacked in retaliation by the townspeople.

I say I don't care, but when it comes to my own safety, I still feel guilty and afraid.

(End of this chapter)