Watching Li Zhōujūn, who showed none of an Immortal Emperor's airs and was refined, affable, and approachable,
Yan Xuanqing could not help developing a favorable impression of Li Zhōujūn.
But come to think of it, Mr. Li had faced Immortal Emperor Wugou with such composure. Could his strength have reached the level of the Ten Great Immortal Emperors?
Yan Xuanqing could not help wondering this to herself.
After all, in the Immortal Realm, the Ten Great Immortal Emperors represented the very pinnacle of combat power.
"All right, you should head back early. Otherwise, your master will start worrying." Li Zhōujūn smiled.
"Then Xuanqing shall take her leave first." Yan Xuanqing bowed slightly to Li Zhōujūn before leaving.
"Immortal Emperor Wugou, huh..." Li Zhōujūn rose to his feet, his face filled with anticipation.
Duan Tian Hall.
In a large courtyard,
Duàn Cāngqióng looked irritably at Yan Xuanhong, who was hanging from a tree, and said, "You brat, do you know your mistake?"
"Master, what have I done wrong?" Yan Xuanhong turned his face aside. "At worst, I'll just let Immortal Emperor Wugou's little daughter hit me back."
"Tsk, so you're a stubborn mule who won't yield even when boiled, huh?" Duàn Cāngqióng was so angry that he laughed. "Do you really think I'm angry because you offended Immortal Emperor Wugou?
"I'm angry because of that rotten temper of yours. When are you finally going to change it?
"If you keep this up, sooner or later you'll infuriate me to death. Can't you learn from your junior sister?"
"Can't change it." Yan Xuanhong answered with absolute certainty.
"Fine, fine, you can't change it, right? Then keep hanging there until you come to your senses." Duàn Cāngqióng was nearly angered to death. What a wretched disciple!
With that,
Duàn Cāngqióng flung his sleeve