"Daoist Friend Hongjun has given Poor Daoist so many Lingbao—are you leaving so soon?
Poor Daoist has not yet had the chance to fulfill the duties of a host. If the other Daoist Friends were to learn of this, would they not mock Poor Daoist for not knowing how to entertain guests?
Why not let Poor Daoist host Daoist Friend properly?"
Though Reincarnation said this, he was already impatiently rising to his feet, dragging Hongjun toward the outside of the Daoist arena.
Forget Hongjun—even Xuanqing was dazzled blind by his own Master's maneuver.
Good heavens, that could be done?
His Master was so devious. Xuanqing liked it so much.
Upon hearing Reincarnation's words, Hongjun had initially felt somewhat relieved.
But as Reincarnation dragged him irresistibly toward the outside of the Daoist arena, a nameless fury rose in Hongjun's heart once more.
Since coming into existence, Hongjun had never suffered as much humiliation as he had today.
At the same time, he was utterly speechless at Reincarnation's tactics, the corners of his mouth twitching.
"What kind of freak is this Reincarnation? Forget it, Poor Daoist will endure.
Otherwise, this fellow might use it as an excuse for a lion's open mouth again."
Helpless, Hongjun ultimately activated his Art of Endurance.
Xuanqing sighed again. Hongjun truly was a ninja turtle among ninja turtles—a Turtle Among Turtles!
"Poor Daoist appreciates Daoist Friend's goodwill, but Poor Daoist still needs to invite other Daoist Friends, so I will not impose upon Daoist Friend any longer."
Hongjun spoke with perfect courtesy, appearing not at all like a beleaguered punching bag.
"By the way, which Daoist Friends has Daoist Friend Hongjun invited?
Have you invited Daoist Friend Wuxing, Daoist Friend Yin Yang, and Daoist Friend Yang Mei?"
As though recalling something, Ancestor Reincarnation hurriedly asked.
Xuanqing also