Hong Luoyu noticed that the Taoist seemed extremely angry, his pure eyes sharp like a drawn longsword, fixed on him as if ready to pierce seventeen or eighteen holes into his body at any moment. With a dry laugh, he said:
"No, no, don't be so hasty..."
"Staring at me like this, even I, the thief, am blushing..."
"You improper Taoist!"
The Ancient Taoist's mouth twitched slightly, his right hand's five fingers slightly spread, summoning wind and thunder. The faint sound of a sword's hum whizzed, and the sky to one side was filled with deep, purple lightning, dyeing the sky as if a wild dragon was roaring.
"Stop! Calm down!"
"I'll speak, isn't that enough? I'll speak..."
Seeing the Taoist's fingers slightly spread, seemingly about to draw a sword, the hairs on the back of Hong Luoyu's neck stood up. He hurriedly interrupted, seeing the Taoist's gaze sweep over, and promptly said:
"Those are his subordinates."
The Taoist's movements paused slightly, squinting his eyes, he said:
