"Immortal, you are quite impressive." Lan Dingtian already had a smile and pride between his brows: "Qi Lao rarely praises anyone, but today he said you are very impressive. Moreover, he praised you twice in a row."
Just these two sentences are something countless people of the Yanxu Palace yearn for.
Not to mention others, even Lan Dingtian himself, in his life, has never received even a single word of praise from Qi Lao.
"It's all thanks to my Master." Bei Buxiu said earnestly.
"Hahahaha, good! Good!! Good!!!" Lan Dingtian laughed heartily, in a great mood.
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Time continued to pass.
Soon, a few more days went by.
On this day.
Bei Buxiu was cultivating in his attic when suddenly...
He opened his eyes wide.
"Who?!" Bei Buxiu's eyes were filled with surprise and solemnity.
He actually felt an overwhelming sense of oppression that made it difficult for him to breathe.
It was as if, suddenly, a large stone had been placed on his chest.
