The Daoist's figure was ethereal, as if merged with the entire Yuquan Mountain, his aura deep like the sea.
"Fellow Daoists have been watching outside my mountain gate for so long. Why not come in for a cup of tea and a chat before you leave?"
True Master Yu Ding wore an interested smile, his gaze leisurely sweeping over the heavenly soldiers and generals whose expressions had completely frozen in the void.
"Marshal."
All the heavenly soldiers shivered in unison, turned their heads, and stared angrily at Tian Peng with extremely resentful eyes.
They knew their black-hearted Marshal would never be so agreeable at such a time.
This was clearly a huge pit he had dug for them long ago.
Tian Peng, however, ignored the mournful cries of his subordinates, acting as though he hadn't heard a thing.
As soon as he saw True Master Yu Ding appear, he instantly shed his previous lazy and casual demeanor.
