After the old Daoist's family landed, they made a beeline for Quan Xiaotong, all bustle and commotion.
One household, four outstanding talents.
If you didn't count Mortal, the old Daoist had used his own Divine Way Realm cultivation to teach three disciples who'd reached the Divine Way Realm.
That alone was enough to turn heads.
It was also why the Four Poles Hall had taken a dislike to him back then. It was one thing for him to be astonishing himself, but even his disciples were astonishing.
He'd gotten all the good things for himself. How could they possibly feel at ease?
When the old Daoist saw them, he grinned and spoke without the slightest courtesy. "I wondered who it was. It's you two idiots, and the Yanluo Hall's stray dogs."
The old Daoist certainly knew how to win a war of words. With just one sentence, he nearly made all four of them fly into a rage.
Wuxian had been the last to come to the Central Continent. In truth, it had been several thousand years since they'd last met.
His face darkening, he held back the others and fired back, "Fifth Brother, is a sharp tongue all you have left these days?"
"Why don't you find out for yourselves whether it's just a sharp tongue?"
As the old Daoist spoke, Muzi Li and the other two had already stepped forward.
Wuxian's brows knitted tightly. He couldn't fathom where the old Daoist got such confidence.
He was clearly a cripple now, yet he still dared to provoke them like this.
But he soon found out.
Quan Xiaotong silently took out a pill and handed it to the old Daoist.
The old Daoist accepted it readily and swallowed it in one gulp before everyone's eyes.
Boom!
A tremendous surge of