Such an unexpected result would have thrown anyone else into panic, yet Nailong True Person's expression remained as lazy as ever.
"A Small Immortal Domain. Interesting."
He merely turned his head slightly, and with one glance determined where he was.
Lin Xuan's experience was by no means shallow now, but compared with someone like Nailong, who had lived for several million years, it was nothing but a little witch meeting a great one.
Those words sounded absurd, but there was not the slightest exaggeration in them.
That was right—Nailong True Person liked to play his games among mortals, and judging by his bearing, he had nothing whatsoever to do with the style of a peerless expert.
But do not forget the saying: a man cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured with a bucket.
Lin Xuan had made an enemy of Bingpo and earned that woman's hatred to the bone; in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, that was already extremely remarkable.
After all, looking across the Three Realms, who would dare offend the True Devil Progenitor?
Lin Xuan's guts were fat enough.
But even such a magnificent feat was still not worth mentioning in Nailong's eyes.
So what if he had offended Bingpo? As the number one playboy of the Three Realms, back then, he had simply gone and flirted with her.
That was right, flirted with the True Devil Progenitor. Although because of that incident, he had been hunted by Bingpo for a full thousand years, so what? Wasn't our Nailong True Person still alive and kicking now?
So what if Bingpo had flown into rage from shame? In the end, wasn't she still helpless against This Handsome Guy?
Not only had Nailong True Person learned no lesson from it, he was even smug