Su Wen threw the matter of the Sacred Debate Banquet to the back of his mind and continued eating his fried vermicelli.
"Hehehe!" Suddenly, laughter rang out.
Su Wen turned around and saw a plainly dressed Daoist priest standing beside him.
Just as the Daoist priest appeared, Chu He's hand was already on his sword.
"Young master, I think you will meet with a bloody calamity. Do you want me to read your fortune?" the Daoist priest asked with a smile.
Zhao Jin stood up and took a step forward to block Su Wen.
"Young Master, please leave first. This fellow isn't simple!" Zhao Jin said in a low voice.
He didn't know if the old Daoist had any ill intentions, but he and Chu He knew that the movement technique the old Daoist had used just now was not something an ordinary person could possess. He was definitely an expert. Zhao Jin would not allow Su Wen to be in danger.