To be honest, Li felt a bit afraid of interacting with Xuan Jiu.
Mental illness—he was worried it might be contagious.
"Three kilometers isn't fitting for someone like you." Li reached out to stop Xuan Jiu, signaling him to say no more, then turned to the old man. "Old man, arrange the best for him."
"Understood, Lord Leader." The old man chuckled lightly and extended a friendly invitation to Xuan Jiu. "Esteemed guest, please follow me."
"To where?" Xuan Jiu asked curiously.
"The Demon Territory spans a vast area. There's a tall tower ten kilometers away—it meets both your environmental and distance requirements," the old man replied with a light smile.
Xuan Jiu's smile instantly froze on his face.
Although… but still…
Xuan Jiu: [Three kilometers is reasonable, are you serious about ten kilometers?]
Xuan Jiu: [With my broken body right now, how long would it take me to walk ten kilometers?]
Xuan Jiu: [Save me, someone, please save me.]