"Who are you? How dare you attack this venerable monk! Do you have a death wish?!"
The Bliss Immortal King steadied himself and looked at the wound on his palm, his face so dark it seemed ready to drip water.
He, a mighty Immortal King, had actually been wounded by a sneak attack. How could he not be furious?
Li Qingshan slowly emerged into view.
Clad in blue, he stood straight as a pine, his handsome face cold and stern. His eyes were deep as an abyss, and faint wisps of chaos energy circulated around him, as though he had become one with heaven and earth.
He looked at the Bliss Immortal King, the corners of his lips lifting into a cold smile.
"A mere lower-rank Immortal King dares to hurt my Third Senior Sister?"
His voice was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority. "Bald donkey, release my Third Senior Sister, and I'll spare your life today."
The Bliss Immortal King before him was actually a Buddhist. Li Qingshan was shocked. Why was there a Buddhist Immortal King in Supreme Emperor Heaven, and why had he appeared in the Ancient Emperor Mausoleum to hunt down Liu Qingying?
Thoughts raced through Li Qingshan's mind. He turned toward Liu Qingying, his gaze softening, and smiled slightly. "Third Senior Sister, I'm Li Qingshan. Master sent me to bring you back."
Liu Qingying stared at Li Qingshan for a moment, a trace of surprise flashing through her eyes.
"Li Qingshan? I know of you. I heard Master took in a disciple a hundred years ago. So that was you! Is Master... doing well?"
A hint of complicated emotion appeared in Liu Qingying's eyes as she spoke softly.
"Master is doing well. She's very worried about you."
Li Qingshan spoke slowly.
"Master... is worried about me?