Fuyou Folk with Shushan Accents, Two-in-One

Daoist Cangqiu left in a fury.

Han Lingshou's answer had truly caught him off guard. For centuries, Penglai had ridden roughshod over the Kingdom of Fuyou, and Fuyou had never dared show the slightest defiance. It was as though this had become a habit. When he had summoned Han Lingshou, he had never imagined the man would give an answer he did not like.

Divine light shone majestically around him as he glared at Han Lingshou.

Yet Han Lingshou's gaze remained firm as he met his eyes.

Even a cornered rabbit would bite, much less the ruler of a nation. Besides the bond between him, Chu Liang, Lin Bei, and Xue Lingxue, another fire burned within Han Lingshou's heart, driving him to defy Daoist Cangqiu.

The Han clan of Fuyou had always been deferential and obedient toward the Penglai Sect, yet in return, Daoist Cangqiu had turned a blind eye to Mirror Toothless's actions and had even covered for him. Had Chu Liang not intervened this time, would the Kingdom of Fuyou not have changed hands? Penglai would still have remained high above them then, and likely would not have sought justice for a dead man like him.

I can treat you like my own father, but don't treat me like your nephew!

Because of what he had suffered, Han Lingshou finally revealed a little of his edge and gave Daoist Cangqiu a small but painful jab.

"Fine." Daoist Cangqiu laughed in extreme anger and flicked his sleeve. "Then I have been meddling in other people's business. Since that is the case, I shall take my leave first."

With that, he flicked his sleeve and rose into the air. As he ascended, seven-colored auspicious clouds gathered beneath his feet once more, carrying him into the high heavens in the