The dignitaries and military officers on the second floor of the tavern
made such gestures, naturally, because of Huang Jiu's power and status. But were they not also seeking an opportunity to work for the "black-clad Immortal Master"?
That so-called "Supreme Immortal Master, True Man He" had already inspired endless worship and reverence in these people. How much more so Lin Xuankong, the black-clad Immortal Master who had taken down He Wu in a single strike!
Unfortunately, aside from a handful such as Ding Ye, Miao Wan'er, and Liang Yucheng, no matter what the many dignitaries present did, they would likely find it difficult to draw Lin Xuankong's attention!
By the Clear Water River, at the Fishing Pavilion.
Lin Xuankong sat atop the stone platform in the Fishing Pavilion, looking at He Wu curled into a ball on the ground. He said coldly, "The true energy I used to invade your body was not particularly condensed. After so long, it has long since dissipated. Stop pretending to be unconscious!"
Upon hearing Lin Xuankong's words, He Wu jolted and scrambled up from the ground. Then he dropped to his knees before Lin Xuankong and repeatedly kowtowed. At this moment, not a trace remained of his trademark kindly, hypocritical smile. His face was filled only with panic and fear!
After kowtowing several times, He Wu finally spoke in a trembling voice. "He Wu previously offended an Immortal. My crime deserves ten thousand deaths! It was all because He Wu had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai, believing that you were merely an ordinary cultivator. I beg the Immortal to show great magnanimity and let He Wu go as though releasing a fart! So long as the Immortal forgives He Wu for this offense, whatever you ask He Wu to do, He