"Really, I truly didn't get cut. I wasn't trying to hit you with this kind of thing, you know. At a critical moment, I can't lie to you, can I? At the very least, I'm still the Creation Immortal Venerable. We can't tell bald-faced lies about something like this." I spoke earnestly, yet I already felt a little sorry for him.
"You... I don't believe you! You definitely got cut too! You dare do it but not admit it?" Li Poxiao glared at me with deep distrust. After falling into the water, he instinctively wanted to drag me in with him.
Although I didn't want to hit him too hard, I couldn't exactly pull out my gun in front of everyone, could I? So I immediately pulled over the young disciple who had been leading the way and deliberately asked, "Senior Brother, didn't the Sect Master say I don't have to be purified?"
"Mm-hmm. But your wife will have to bring the two children into the sect. That way, your whole family can reunite, and the Sect Master will be happy to see it happen, won't he?" The young man looked Li Poxiao up and down before asking me, "Is this young immortal master your junior brother?"
"Mm. At this point, I suppose he can only count as half of one..." I casually tried to tease Li Poxiao, only to find that he had already sunk into a stupor. I wondered whether the wind blowing across his face felt cold right now.
I patted Li Poxiao on the shoulder and said, "Sigh, brother, I arrived too late. If I'd come sooner... maybe I could have thought of some way to spare you the flesh-and-blood agony of purification..."
Li Poxiao, already in utter disarray, snapped awake when I patted him. He