"Cultivation isn't body tempering. Is that really necessary?" Han Shanshan glared at Yun Fengyang. She had gained enlightenment by now, and had gathered all four of the Little Immortals' Dao arts, becoming an expert in artifact refinement.
"Exactly. A sect master, yet he's so stingy. Is he even human?" Miao Xiaoli chimed in.
"What are you talking about?!" Yun Fengyang was furious, yet he still wore an expression that seemed to say he really had volunteered.
"I really volunteered. Everyone, stop arguing." After Li Qinghe finished circulating his energy, he stood up and hurried over to smooth things over. Then he said, "Thank you, Martial Uncle Sect Master. I'll go and come right back."
"Mm, go on!" Only then did Yun Fengyang sweep his gaze over us, wearing an expression that clearly said, See?
Han Shanshan let out a soft snort. Like Miao Xiaoli, she definitely didn't believe that Li Qinghe had volunteered.
After greeting us, Li Qinghe went to change clothes. After waiting for a while, we finally saw him come out. He wore a cyan robe, with a Bagua peachwood sword strapped to his back. His whole image immediately became imposing, and a copper-wrapped jade ornament hung at his waist. His style was extremely refined.
"Daoist Li really is an eminent expert. With your jade-like face and windswept bearing, your beard and hair fluttering in the breeze, it's obvious that you've cultivated the Dao for many years. Among all of us, you should count as one of the strongest. I'm impressed, impressed!" Sun Chongyang was utterly dazzled.
"Not at all, not at all. You flatter me." Li Qinghe put on a solemn face, stroked his not-yet-grown-out beard, and acted extremely courteous.
"Sun Chongyang, could your eyesight be any worse? Back then, you beat the four of us until