"Could it be, my two junior brothers, that you intend to betray our sect?"
Zhunti's mouth twitched slightly.
Li Ping'an smiled as he met his gaze; he bet Zhunti wouldn't dare respond to this.
"Elder Brother Heavenly Emperor."
Daoist Zhunti softly called out, "Please come inside and rest."
"Be good, junior brother," Li Ping'an took out an ordinary spiritual treasure folding fan from his sleeve, "This is a gift for you. Your elder brother has only been cultivating for a few hundred years and hasn't accumulated much, please, don't mind."
Zhunti accepted the fan with a smile, and as he did, the fan vanished, while he turned and descended towards the main hall in the front of Ling Mountain.
Li Ping'an raised an eyebrow slightly, followed with hands behind his back, smiling as he assessed the surroundings.
Next, it was time for his performance.
Very soon, the disciples of the Western Sect heard a series of amiable greetings.
