The once stern and formidable Elder Fan stood at a distance, gazing toward the Tiandao Palace Holy Son clone, yet he did not dare step into the central square shrouded in icy chill.
"Oh? You recognize me?"
The Tiandao Palace Holy Son clone raised an eyebrow and looked toward the speaker.
He had not traveled outside for many years. Within the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land, among cultivators whose cultivation was lower than his, there were scarcely any who could recognize him.
The chill around him did not dissipate, but it no longer continued to intensify.
Elder Fan wore a respectful expression and hurriedly called out, "A thousand years ago, when Holy Son gave a sermon at Tiandao Palace, this junior was fortunate enough to attend and benefited greatly! It could be said that this junior had... a single encounter with Senior Cui!"
"So? Are you pleading for this man?"
The Tiandao Palace Holy Son clone nodded slightly. Without even glancing at the middle-aged cultivator, he asked coldly.
At this moment, the middle-aged cultivator could not speak. He could only laboriously roll his eyes and cast a helpless, pleading look toward Elder Fan.
Elder Fan glanced at the middle-aged cultivator from the corner of his eye and said with a bitter smile, "This bastard did not know life from death and actually dared offend Senior. He truly deserves to die ten thousand deaths. But this is, after all, Bai Zhang Market territory. I ask Senior to show Bai Zhang Market some regard and hand him over to this junior for punishment."
The Tiandao Palace Holy Son clone said expressionlessly, "Bai Zhang Market's regard? There is no need to play such clumsy tricks before me. If you want him, give me a reason not to kill him!"
His absence from the outside