At Rock Village, Sigurd had no problems walking shortly after his limbs had been coated in jet melding cream, recovering speedily.
Seeing that he was fine, Jared announced, “We'll set out for Emerald Cauldron Sect tomorrow.”
“Sure!” Sigurd bobbed his head with servility written all over his face.
At that moment, he was just like the help before the man.
Two days ago, he looked down upon Jared and was of the opinion that the man was a lowly peasant. But right then, he had no choice but to obey the latter.
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