The elderly Daoist's Primordial Spirit slowly opened his eyes, trembling several times, and then put on a mournful face to beg for mercy.
Li Ping'an glanced at the chaotic mountain gate in front of the main hall and the crowd outside screaming incessantly, and he laughed,
"Golden Light Uncle-Master, make this elder Daoist calm the mortals here, so as not to cause any disturbance."
"As for what to say, this elder Daoist can make it up himself."
"Mm, okay."
The Golden Light Holy Mother's voice was soft as she agreed, taking the elder Daoist's Primordial Spirit and dragging his battered Dao Body towards the main hall ahead.
Li Ping'an raised his hand to rub his temples.
Why did he feel that the female immortals of the Jie Sect were all quite fierce?
Guiling muttered softly, "Golden Light Junior Sister was so fierce just now, she's usually not like this."
"It's good to be a bit fierce to enemies."
Li Ping'an smiled and asked,
