San Shan Daoist calmed his breathing and pinched his fingers to divine the other party's origins. Before he could reach a result, he was slapped twice, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
"There's a peerless great ability playing at being mortal and worshiping my divine statue?"
San Shan Daoist couldn't figure out the other party's methods, but merely worshiping once had left him gravely injured. His attempt to calculate the person's origins had even been counterattacked. This showed that whether in status or means, the other party surpassed him.
"Those two slaps weren't very heavy. Does that mean the peerless great ability bears me no ill will?"
Peerless great abilities were capricious. San Shan Daoist only hoped that the other party was passing through the Eastern Sea and wouldn't linger.
"It seems that peerless great ability also made a wish?"
He had been busy vomiting blood just now and hadn't noticed what wish that great ability had made.
That great ability was certainly someone with heaven-reaching connections and boundless power. What wish could possibly require his help?
San Shan Daoist shook his head and stopped thinking about it. It was probably just an attempt to toy with him.
He had always acted cautiously, knowing whom he could afford to provoke and whom he could not.
"Why did I ever get it into my head to cultivate by using the power of faith?" San Shan Daoist lamented. If not for that, he wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state.
High Person Ding Feng stood at the entrance to the core of the ninth-grade spirit vein and bowed. "Island Master, the Second Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, Jiang Zhu, has arrived at Penglai Island and wishes to see you."
San Shan Daoist wiped the blood from the corner of his