Thus, harboring deep resentment towards the Mystic Sect, Chen Xuantian had no interest in even glancing at the Lingxu Daoist Collection on the Cloud Platform nor bothering with the Immortal Alliance's members whose deaths were inevitable. He took the meager gifts from Lingxu Zi and flew down from the Cloud Platform.
Yet, perhaps because he didn't check the almanac before leaving, today was just one of those days—one misfortune after another came crashing into him.
"Fellow Daoist, please stop~ Fellow Daoist, please stop~ Fellow Daoist, please... humph!"
A sudden flash, a dark cloud blocked Chen Xuantian's path, and from the cloud emerged a Black Crown Taoist who held a precepts saber and furrowed his silkworm-like brows.
"Fellow Daoist! Called you so many times, yet no response! That's rather rude!"
