This stretch of starry sky fell silent.
Su Yi turned to look at the middle-aged man in Daoist robes.
This old monster, known throughout the starry sky as the Blood Owl Old Demon, had long since been scared out of his wits, his expression changing drastically.
When Su Yi's gaze fell upon him, his body stiffened. He swallowed with difficulty, then took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and respectfully performed a grand bow toward Su Yi.
"Earlier, I was blind and failed to recognize a divine being before me. I beg you, Fellow Daoist, to show mercy and spare me this once. I will surely turn over a new leaf and make up for my crimes through meritorious deeds."
The middle-aged man in Daoist robes was humble yet solemn, fawning yet terrified, lowering himself to the humblest possible posture.
He had no choice. He was truly frightened out of his wits.
Thinking of how he had initially regarded Su Yi as a fat sheep, his clothes were drenched through with cold sweat.
"Old brother, you're making yourself seem far too spineless."
Su Yi laughed.
The speed with which this fellow had changed his attitude was enough to leave one tongue-tied.
The middle-aged man in Daoist robes hurriedly waved his hands and said bitterly, "Fellow Daoist, please do not call me old brother anymore. These old bones of mine truly cannot bear it."
Su Yi gave an "oh" and said, "Unfortunately, no matter how proper your attitude is, you still cannot escape death today."
The middle-aged man in Daoist robes was struck as though by lightning. In panic, he said, "I am willing to turn over a new leaf and mend my ways! I will serve Your Excellency like an ox and horse for the rest of my life! I