The eyes of the Nine Nether Elder gleamed, looking at Xu Ping with a semblance of a smile.
Xu Ping felt a slight chill in his heart, but remained expressionless, merely smiled humbly:
"Senior Nine Nether praises too much, I dare not speak of Qi luck with my insignificant Dao skills, merely doing my best and leaving it to fate."
Regarding the matter of Qi luck, he has always deliberately restrained and concealed, to avoid unnecessary probing.
The words of the Nine Nether Elder, seemingly intentional yet unintentional, made him even more vigilant.
The topic seemed to have deviated, Hongyi lightly coughed to bring the conversation back on track: "Besides the news of the Wan Zai Ling Sui Yu, there is another matter to inform Fellow Daoist Xu."
Xu Ping composed himself: "Please speak, Fellow Daoist Hong."
