Lan An stared at Xu Zhengyi.
Xu Zhengyi shot him an annoyed look. "You traitorous disciple, if you ask me, who am I supposed to ask? I want to know too."
"Isn't it because your Art of Insight is so profound that this disciple came to ask you?"
Lan An casually laid on the flattery.
Who would have thought that Xu Zhengyi would not buy it at all? He snorted coldly. "Hmph... you traitorous disciple, spare me that routine. The rules here are nothing like those of the Azure Cloud Realm. They are more like the legendary Upper Realm, with an extremely powerful suppressive force on people like us."
"What you cannot see, I cannot see either."
"But surely you can't be worse than me, right?" Lan An stubbornly persisted, seemingly determined to force the flattery through.
Smack!
Xu Zhengyi irritably slapped him, then gave a proud smile at Lan An's aggrieved gaze.
"You're not wrong about that. I really am a little stronger than you, this traitorous disciple. My Art of Insight has observed something—what seems to be violent fluctuations of power. We'll know once we go take a look."
After saying that, Xu Zhengyi could not be bothered with Lan An anymore and headed off in one direction by himself.
I get hit when I flatter him, and I get hit when I don't flatter him. Xu Zhengyi, would you have what you do today without this traitorous disciple of yours?
"Ah!"
Lan An thought bitterly and indignantly, yet his face still wore a fawning smile as he hurried after Xu Zhengyi.
After a long while, master and disciple sped fearfully through skies thick with Death Qi, heading in Lin Xuan's direction.
"What the hell is going on? Have the Mad Immortals gone mad?"
Lan An was horrified