"Sect Leader, you flatter me. I am unworthy."
Zhao Rui said, bowing courteously with his hands clasped. Over time, this fake Daoist had grown accustomed to this form of greeting.
"You are quite humble, Fellow Daoist!"
A faint smile appeared on the Saint Lotus Sect Leader's face. He was as composed as if he were taking a leisurely stroll through his own courtyard.
In contrast, Cang Zhenzi's expression changed drastically. He roared furiously, "Zhao Rui! You ruined my senior brother's Dao Practice, and you still dare to show your face? Do you think my Qingcheng Sect can't handle you?"
"When it comes to blaming the victim, you're just like your senior brother. I'm at a loss for words."
Zhao Rui sighed, scanned his surroundings, and glanced at Master Qingyang, who was currently locked in a back-and-forth battle with Cangwu Zi.
