Daoist Zeshan spoke in a tone of well-meaning persuasion.
His sharp gaze scrutinized Su Shi'er, then in an instant, his eyes turned gentle.
After a slight pause in his voice, he continued speaking.
"Of course, this is not an urgent matter. It is simply that, in your current condition, you need even more to find a quiet place and focus on secluded cultivation to heal your wounds. Dividing your attention now will merely delay matters for a while. But what meaning is there in delaying time?"
As he finished, Daoist Zeshan's lips curled into a faint smile.
Yet though he had a man's body, he was steeped in a yin-like softness, making him seem neither male nor female. That expression only made him appear all the more sinister and strange.
Regardless of whether others found him pleasing to the eye, Daoist Zeshan slowly stepped forward as he spoke, pressing toward Su Shi'er step by step.
Once his words fell, his figure rose into the air, arriving less than thirty feet from the mountain peak where Su Shi'er stood.
As an Evil Cultivator and an elder of Blood Sea Pavilion, under normal circumstances, when facing a mere First Tribulation Loose Immortal, no matter the other party's background, he would have long since swept out with one palm and killed him.
Yet with everyone present now, he did not immediately make a move to seize it by force.
Su Shi'er's meager cultivation was naturally beneath his notice.
But there was no denying that, in facing this great calamity, Su Shi'er had contributed enormously and rendered outstanding service.
The thousands upon thousands of cultivators present had all seen this with their own eyes. It was an unchangeable fact.
He had no doubt that before long, this name would spread throughout the Cultivation World,