Xu Qinglai looked calm, watching the few people entering the room without showing any anger.
The dispute just now was about the Taoist orthodoxy between the Zhengyi and Quanzhen sects, an old topic that has been ongoing for over a thousand years without anyone yielding, and instead becoming more intense.
"Senior brother's Dao heart is steadfast, I am impressed, junior brother."
Xu Qinglai flicked his sleeve and gave a salute.
But as his sleeve moved, a gentle breeze swept towards the door, and within moments, the breeze turned into a raging wind, rushing straight towards the people at the door.
"Oh, junior brother, you're being too polite."
Zhang Yuanyi smiled without hurrying, raised his hand, and nodded calmly.
As he raised his hands, another gust of wind arose, blowing eerily, directly dissolving the raging wind.
"Junior brother, it seems your cultivation of the Jade Emperor Skill has greatly advanced." Zhang Yuanyi cupped his hand as a return salute.
