Jiang Ping An glanced calmly at the person who had spoken, said nothing more, and stood where he was, quietly waiting for Lan Shi'er.
Seeing that Jiang Ping An ignored him, Wei QingXing's upturned lips immediately fell.
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear this Immortal Lord speaking to you? What are you, a mere Profound Immortal, putting on airs before this Immortal Lord?"
Perhaps people in the God Realm cultivated too quickly, or perhaps there was no cultivation focused on tempering one's character. Many people of high realms looked like fools.
Jiang Ping An raised his purple-golden eye and looked at him. "I am only responsible for guiding the Little Island Lord in actual combat. I will not teach anything else, nor will I take your position."
"Who's afraid you'll take this Immortal Lord's position? This Immortal Lord is worried that someone at your level simply cannot guide Shi'er and will lead her astray. Leave now, before this Immortal Lord gets angry."
Wei QingXing released the pressure of an Immortal Lord, threatening Jiang Ping An.
"Stop!"
A crisp voice came from the doorway of a nearby room. Having heard the commotion, Lan Shi'er hurriedly ran out, with one shoe not even on.
The moment Wei QingXing saw Lan Shi'er, he immediately changed his expression and cupped his fists in salute. "Little Island Lord, your aura seems even stronger than it was a few days ago."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I've been out relaxing these past few days. I haven't cultivated at all."
Though Lan Shi'er was young, she was not some naive, adorable girl. She felt absolutely nothing toward this kind of flattery.
Yet Wei QingXing failed to realize this and continued, "Little Island Lord, why did you find a Profound Immortal as a sparring partner? Someone at