Hearing this, Yang Zhen had a sudden realization and stared at the old man's back, saying, "Are you talking about that guy, the one who, with a sword, furiously decapitated three hundred sixty heavenly tribulations?"
Sure enough, after these words were spoken, the old man's body shook. He turned his head in shock, stared at Yang Zhen for a moment, shook his head, and then continued to arch forward.
"Hey, fellow, what's your name, and what's your title? Can you turn fighting spirit into a horse?"
"Hey, old man, that guy's last name is Yang, what's his name?"
"Damn old man, pretending you can't hear Sao Saint speak, do you believe I would jump up and twist off your ears?"
...
No matter what Yang Zhen said, the old man acted as if he hadn't heard anything, moving forward slowly like a snail.
After trying for a moment, Yang Zhen still couldn't move forward even half a step and finally realized how difficult it was for the old man to slowly arch upward.
Damn, I was careless.