Zhou Batian carefully put away the jade slip, the old man was really a human race, which the three of them never expected, Yang Tingfeng was not only surprised but also had a hint of joy.

Since the old man is a human race, and he has also made a blood oath not to kill his fellow clan, which means that the three of them are still very safe now, the old man is not entangled by those insects, but he has never thought of killing them at all.

The three of them suddenly relaxed, and their hanging hearts were also put down.

"I knew it was a human race, so we didn't have to run so desperately, it's really exhausting. Zhou Batian said with a wry smile.

Han Yang also chimed in: "Yes! Maybe we can go up and set up friendships......

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