The lecture was supposed to be filled with ethereal tunes and profound truths, but because of a sudden shout full of market atmosphere, the atmosphere was completely ruined. It was as if an ethereal Immortal Array enveloping this area suddenly dissipated, like a sweet dream being interrupted, and it was difficult to resume once broken. Everyone present stopped at this moment, turned their heads to look at Fang Xing, who was clapping his hands and cheering, with strange expressions. They didn't seem hostile, just stiff, strangely giving off an invisible pressure. Lusou and Ao Lie also snapped out of their trance at this time, exchanged glances, both looking serious and somewhat at a loss...
"Hehe, who might this young friend be?"
Sitting cross-legged on the stone platform of the mountain wall, the white-robed Taoist calmly looked at Fang Xing for a couple of seconds before speaking calmly.
"Dao Master, I beg your pardon..."
