Nangong Longxiao stood with his hands behind his back, wearing the air of an elder:
"You are a disciple of our Holy Land. As an elder, it is only natural that I look after you. Hurry and take this Healing Pill, lest hidden injuries remain and affect your cultivation."
Jiang Ping An looked at the emerald-green pill in his palm. After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.
If an elder-level figure wanted to harm him, there was no way he would use such a lowly method as poison.
Nor had he sensed any malice from the other man.
This should merely be a Healing Pill.
Once the pill entered his stomach, a warm medicinal force spread throughout his body, leaving him extremely comfortable.
Jiang Ping An was not seriously injured, so he did not actually need treatment at all.
After taking the pill, he was about to find an excuse to leave when Nangong Longxiao casually waved a hand and placed a layer of shield around him.
"Your residence has been occupied. This elder has arranged a new residence for you."
Without giving Jiang Ping An a chance to refuse, Nangong Longxiao took him away.
The dark persona soul cursed, "Is this old bastard sick in the head? We already refused him, yet he still insists on arranging a residence for us. What exactly is he trying to do?"
The sorrowful persona soul spoke in a mournful tone. "He is very curious about us, seemingly very curious about why we have been able to grow so quickly."
"Damn it, that old thing is a True God. Does he really need to pry into the opportunities of a little nobody like me?"
The dark persona soul cursed furiously. Of course, it only dared vent within the