"I..."
Before the young spirited one could continue his harsh words, Ning An stood up, acting as if he was going to help him up.
In fact, with a slight exertion of strength, he was already no longer an ordinary mortal body.
Just with a slight exertion, the young spirited one couldn't take it, breaking out in a cold sweat, shivering without saying a word, wishing to beg for mercy but finding it too painful to utter a word.
After slowly helping the young spirited one up, Ning An said with a lingering interest, "May I ask, are you here to make a wish, lay practitioner?"
"Yes... here to make a wish..."
The young spirited one cowered, not daring to look Ning An in the eye.
"Since you're here to make a wish, you must follow our Daoist Temple's rules and please go queue, no cutting in line, thank you."
