“Who?!” Thick-Browed Daoist suddenly turned around and looked toward the source of the sound.

A single individual walked over; he seemed quite young. Thick-Browed Daoist sighed in relief. He thought he had been discovered by some powerful cultivator. How high could the cultivation of someone so young be anyway?

Zu An stared at the number 333. He said indifferently, “Truly a botched attempt at framing someone.”

Thick-Browed Daoist’s eyes flickered. He asked, “You’re that 333?” No wonder he had felt a strange sense of familiarity when he heard the person’s voice and saw his build. So it was guest 333.

“Indeed.” At this point, there was no need for Zu An to hide anything. “You went out and committed this crime using my name. Shouldn’t I at least enjoy a share of the benefits?”

“Using your name?” Thick-Browed Daoist roared with laughter. “How much is your name worth? Who would even hesitate to use it falsely? You’re nothing more than a tool for me to deflect blame onto.” His palm struck at the other party’s vitals right after he said that. Since this youngster had seen him in the act, he had...