Yang Chen's outburst truly frightened the young servant, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
"Esteemed Daoist Friend, please calm your anger. Your Excellency's servant is ignorant, please be tolerant and spare some face for this old man. I will certainly punish this kid when we return." At this moment, from inside the house, a white-bearded elder with an air of immortality stepped out gracefully, his movements as elegant as a breeze brushing past a willow tree.
In reality, Yang Chen did not care, but in order to keep up appearances, he said in a deep voice upon seeing the master emerge: "Hmph, if this were any other time, I would have slapped this kid to death. But today, in consideration of your Excellency's face, I'll spare his life."
The white-bearded elder maintained a gentle smile on his face, but he couldn't help but feel contempt in his heart.
Is a mere Nirvana-stage cultivator with only two thousand Dao intent inscriptions really that important?
