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"You are now no more than a lowly one of the Eight Immortals. In your previous life, you were merely a little acolyte who tended cattle and swept dung.

What face do you have to say you can go wherever you please?" Chun Ying had lived long enough to know quite a few secrets.

Hearing Han Zhongli boast, she immediately exposed his past.

"You old demon hag, stop wagging your tongue here. I didn't come today to quarrel with you.

I can't be bothered with you either." Unwilling to get tangled up with her, Han Zhongli looked at Ling Qing and said gently, "Dao Qing, we were in the wrong before. We misunderstood you and caused you pain.

But you should not simply resign yourself to ruin and stray onto the wrong path.

We apologize to you here. We hope you can forgive us and return with us."

As he spoke, he clasped his hands and bowed deeply to Ling Qing.

He Xiangu also stepped forward and looked at Ling Qing. "Dao Qing, I know I acted on impulse before and said things that hurt you.

But I truly did not mean it that way. I was merely carried away in a moment of anger. I hope you can forgive me."

Iron Crutch Li, Zhang Guolao, and Lan Caihe also kept urging him, "Yes, yes, come back with us."

"Stop holding things up here. Our young lord will never go back with you." Chun waved a hand and shouted, "Drive them out!"

"Yes!" Seeing this, Sun Hu and the others rose one after another, preparing to make their move.

"Wait." Ling Qing spoke softly.

Though his voice was quiet, everyone present heard it with crystal clarity.

Sun Hu and the others hurriedly halted. With a wave of their hands, they