Before the middle-aged man in the ancient, simple Daoist robe, this entire crowd was no different from ordinary people. They were all as insignificant as blades of grass, not even qualified to take part in a battle like this.
Moreover, even a slightly stronger breeze might have toppled them all in droves. What a miserable state of affairs.
Just then, a clear voice rang in Chen Tai'an's ear. "Old Chen, what are you standing here daydreaming about all by yourself? Can't wait to come sit beside me, is that it?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Chen Tai'an came back to himself. Still looking dazed, he turned toward the sound and saw Luo Yi smiling as he patted Chen Tai'an on the shoulder. His expression remained as calm as ever, as if he hadn't just been through a fierce battle.
"That's right! This old man has been waiting for ages."
A surge of excitement rose in Chen Tai'an's heart, and his tense mood eased. Returning to his usual self, he smiled and teased, "How about this? Our venerable ancestor sits on your right, and I sit on your left. That should be fine, right?"
"No problem. If anyone dares question you sitting on my left, I'll personally teach them a lesson, all right?"
Seeing the old man back to normal, Luo Yi smiled and continued teasing him.
After chatting for a few moments, then making small talk with the other Divine Temple martial artists of the Great Qi Dynasty, Luo Yi beckoned to the Qi family aunt and nephew in the distance.
"Brother Luo, you... you're incredible! Even the legendary True Person of the Dao Alliance couldn't beat you!"
Qiuyu Qi had witnessed the young man defeat Fufeng Zhenren with her own eyes. As soon as she came up beside Luo Yi,