Behind Daoist Gui De followed a tall, burly man.
The man wore a dark green Daoist robe, but his face was sinister.
Behind him followed another four or five Outer Disciples, all treating him with the utmost respect and fearing him like a tiger.
"Fuck..." Daoist Qingxuan swore again. "This is bad... little brother, Thunderclap is here!"
"See him? The one following Gui De-that's Thunderclap!"
"You're... done for this time!"
Thunderclap?
He Pingsheng's eyes narrowed slightly.
Wasn't he the biggest boss in the Outer Sect?
He Pingsheng looked at Thunderclap, and Thunderclap looked at him.
With a hum, a strand of divine sense swept out.
Thunderclap's cultivation was laid bare before He Pingsheng.
Human Immortal, eighth level!
Good grief, he had reached the eighth level and was still hanging around the Outer Sect instead of entering the Inner Sect?
"You're He Pingsheng?" Thunderclap arrived in front of He Pingsheng's stall.
He Pingsheng nodded, still sitting cross-legged on the floor, showing no intention of rising to pay his respects.
Qingxuan beside him, however, was sweating all over his head in fright. He hurriedly stood and bowed respectfully.
"He Pingsheng... I take it you don't know my name?" Thunderclap assumed that He Pingsheng was being so arrogant because he did not know who he was.
Gui De hurriedly said, "He Pingsheng... why haven't you stood up to pay your respects? This is our boss, Eldest Senior Brother Thunderclap. In theory, all the Outer Disciples are under his authority!"
That was pure bullshit.
All the Outer Disciples were managed by the Stewards' Hall. Since when did a disciple get to manage the other disciples?
"So it's Senior Brother Thunderclap!" He Pingsheng stood with an indifferent expression, then cupped his hands toward Thunderclap. "Greetings, Senior Brother!"
"No need for ceremony!" Thunderclap's gaze fell on