Lightning Arrow narrowed its eyes slightly and calmly snorted through its nostrils.
It truly had not expected it to be so easy to make an immortal second-generation lose composure. No wonder the Cultivation World of this Great World still had verbal duels—it seemed they really worked. It had learned something.
At this moment, Tai Xijun's gaze returned. Some of her languid exhaustion had faded as well. She casually glanced at the Leaving Dust Immortal Hall, growing ever more curious about Qian Wuhen's identity.
Her own daughter had been humiliated, yet she had not uttered a single warning. But when she had just investigated this little cultivator's background, she had been warned...
Qian Wuhen's state of mind, which had only just eased, tensed once more. Why did this old female monster keep staring at him? Especially whenever her gaze swept over him, he always felt as though an entire heaven and earth were imprisoning him. It was exceedingly uncomfortable.
"What is your name?" Tai Xijun smiled elegantly, utterly disregarding those two little ones who were raging helplessly.
Especially that little Human Race girl. In the Cultivation World of this Great World, no matter how heaven-defying one's background was, one could not possibly earn a powerhouse's respect. Her abilities were simply too useless.
"This junior reports to Senior... Qian Wuhen." His expression was deeply helpless, and he could only reply respectfully.
"Hehe." Tai Xijun gave a mysterious, radiant chuckle. "What is so good about staying in the Leaving Dust Immortal Hall? Why not come beneath my seat and serve as a little attendant listening to the Dao?"
"Huh?!" Bai Xinghan's brow twitched as he stared at Qian Wuhen in stunned disbelief.
"What?" Qian Wuhen furrowed his brow deeply, anger rising in his heart. Neither servile nor overbearing, he said, "Senior, though our