The old Daoist's heart tightened, his inner strength surged through his limbs and bones, and he was about to forcefully rush forward.
But suddenly he felt a lightness in his palm, and when he turned back, he found his disciple, with a face full of despair, falling into Chu Qing's hands.
"Old Daoist, if you want to leave, go ahead. I haven't tasted a Daoist today; if you leave, I'll make an exception with your disciple."
Chu Qing almost let out a couple of sinister laughs to strengthen his argument.
That old Daoist ultimately couldn't risk his beloved disciple.
Reluctantly, he descended from mid-air, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said through gritted teeth:
"Enough, enough, today I've lost.
"But let me tell you, don't think your Celestial Evil Cult operates so meticulously that nobody knows our whereabouts.
"Someone will certainly avenge us in the future!"
"You're not dead yet, what revenge?"
