At this very moment, Chen Luo gazed at the middle-aged man who was putting on a shamelessly ingratiating face as he fawned over Chen Xuan, and his mind was somewhat dazed.
He, Chen Luo, AKA the Light of the Literati, wielder of the Mortal World Great Dao, Great Thousand Human Emperor.
He had done favors for Zhao Gongming and the Three Goddesses of the Jie Sect.
His Master's Wife was the Bitter Bamboo of Creation, one of the Innate Beings. He could chat merrily with the True Immortal of Fortune and Virtue, Yun Zhongzi, and had accepted Chi Jingzi and Saint Mother Wudang's Creation Heaven and Earth into himself.
Even his own elder sister was the reincarnation of the Taiji Diagram.
With this identity, this background, this foundation!
He had been waiting for the day he met his cheap old man so he could show off properly.
He would let his cheap old man know who was the most dazzling kid in this void!
Who could have imagined!
His cheap old man was actually Grand Master Xuandu!
Laozi's direct disciple, the genuine First Senior Brother of the Daoist sect!
Against the vast backdrop of the Three Friends' transcendence, judging by the Daoist lineage, he was unquestionably the Daoist sect's spokesman, the pillar of the sect!
And Chen Luo had still wanted to lord it over him?
Now, all he could say was that a new article was brewing.
My Father: Grand Master Xuandu!
No one knew how much time had passed before his cheap old man seemed to have finished calming Chen Xuan down.
It was not that Grand Master Xuandu had first needed to coax his daughter. Rather, Chen Xuan had demanded that he explain everything to her first, after which she would decide whether he was suitable