The young man in the old Daoist robe was kicked flying as well.
Lu Mingyu's expression turned grave as he watched the young man Chen Changsheng had sent flying with one kick.
Because when he had lunged at Teacher, Lu Mingyu had not noticed him at all.
"Crash!"
The young man climbed straight up from the ground and calmly dusted himself off.
"Not bad. That kick of yours had plenty of force behind it. Looks like you won't die."
"Still, what were you thinking? You actually dared to personally take the field against someone like the Wang family ancestor."
"Aren't you afraid they might accidentally crush you to death?"
Little Immortal Elder spoke with a solemn expression as he sat down beside Chen Changsheng.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng moved the fruit platter elsewhere and said,
"I've never properly fought a powerhouse of that level."
"Now that I've encountered one, naturally I had to give it a try."
"Fair enough. Other people refuse to turn back until they hit the southern wall; you insist on smashing through the wall after hitting it."
"I was planning to come help you after finishing what I had on hand, but by the time I got here, you had already dealt with everything."
"Why didn't you wait for me?"
As he spoke, Little Immortal Elder excitedly stood up. Chen Changsheng hugged the fruit platter to his chest and said unhurriedly,
"It was nothing major. You had your own serious matters to attend to, so it was normal that you couldn't free yourself for a while."
Seeing the fruit platter move away from him again, Little Immortal Elder said calmly,
"It's best that you can see it that way."
"Come to think of it, we haven't seen each other for tens of thousands of years."
"Now