Bai Zhanji, with a look of surprise, reevaluated Li Jiujiu. He gently waved his fan, covering half of his face, with a hint of a smile in his eyes above his nose.
Ji Yinyin, however, subtly frowned.
She thought to herself, this guy claims not to like Young Master Bai, yet always enjoys showing off in front of him, drawing attention.
Really both sanctimonious and hypocritical, quite unpleasant.
Chi Wenyan expressed his gratitude to Li Jiujiu repeatedly and, seemingly sleepless for days, his eyes were bloodshot:
"Immortals, if you honor my humble abode with your presence, I should have prepared a grand banquet for you, but my wife is gravely ill. I beg you immortals to save her first?"
These words immediately caused some faint displeasure among the young disciples of the Immortal Sect.
They traveled a thousand miles, flying on swords for several days to reach Yundu Villa. The journey was harsh, living on coarse grains and wild fruits, drinking mountain spring water.
