The Forces Were at Odds

In Qionghua Hall, the old Daoist was suppressed inside the hall, unable to move even a single strand of hair from head to toe.

By the time Di Liuxin brought Jiang Xinyuan in, his face had already darkened. He wanted to open his mouth, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not part his lips.

This was naturally Di Liuxin's special consideration for the old Daoist.

Wasn't he particularly glib?

Then Di Liuxin would make sure he could not even speak and see how uncomfortable he felt.

It truly was unbearable. The old Daoist had a bellyful of words, and his old face had been flushed red from holding them in.

Jiang Xinyuan shot Di Liuxin a glance and gestured. "Let him speak."

Di Liuxin's face twitched. He had been holding it in for so long, and they still wanted to let him speak?

He knew there would not be a single kind word from the old Daoist's mouth. If the man opened his mouth, neither of them would have an easy time.

"I want to talk with Fifth Brother before I go into seclusion."

Jiang Xinyuan spoke.

Di Liuxin sighed and waved his hand. In an instant, he not only released the old Daoist's ability to move his mouth, but also weakened the suppressive force weighing down on him in the hall by several degrees.

At least the old Daoist could walk normally now.

Realizing that he could move, the old Daoist shook out his hands and feet and stretched himself a little before preparing to unleash a barrage of words.

However, Jiang Xinyuan had not come looking for trouble. Before the old Daoist could speak, he calmly said, "If you're going to spout nonsense, I'll have Di Liuxin suppress you again!"

That really did scare the