Thousands of Taoist disciples were in an uproar. Bai Ying's mouth was wide open, while Fu Qing seemed oblivious to everything, like a mere spectator, watching indifferently from above at everything happening on stage.
Xu Fan glanced at Fu Qing's expressionless face and then turned his gaze to Mingxuan, who was full of terror, with a smirk on his lips—a smile full of indescribable sarcasm.
Once upon a time, how arrogant was Mingxuan? How utterly above it all? How dismissive he was when facing Xu Fan?
And now, this high and mighty Supreme Elder, in front of the Taoist Central Hall, under the watchful eyes of thousands of Taoist disciples, still facing Xu Fan, is as wretched as a dog, begging for life—what an irony!
"Lord Xu, I once looked down on you, unable to appreciate a great figure. I tainted your eyes, Lord Xu, but you are magnanimous, so please show mercy, show mercy..."
