Murong Nan intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Xia Liu, showing no real intention of apologizing.
In his mind, with his cultivation at the thirteenth level of Qi Cultivation.
If it weren't for Yan Wushuang's delicate appearance, how could he have humbled himself to walk alongside Xia Liu and Yan Beifa?
This utterly diminishes his status.
Under the cover of the black robe, Xia Liu couldn't stop smiling.
On the road to Dao Primordial, Murong Nan would realize his mistake.
"Young Master Murong, since your cultivation is the highest, why don't you see how we should proceed?"
Yan Beifa naturally sided with Xia Liu.
Murong Nan liked to pose, let's see how he continues to pose.
"Cough, cough, based on my experience as a High-Rank Cultivator, upon entering the Dao Primordial Formation, there will be reminders along the way."
Murong Nan coughed twice, standing with hands behind his back, quite masterly.
"Sister, how do you feel?"
