"Wuwang Hall Master!"
In the Benevolent Emperor Pavilion, a middle-aged male Daoist descended swiftly from the sky, his eyes immediately falling upon the wooden sign hanging before Wu Wang's small residence.
This! He truly had urgent matters to report. Was he supposed to go back and fetch a young female Immortal?
This man, however, possessed quick wits. Gritting his teeth and stamping his foot, he took half a step back, twisted his sturdy waist forward, pinched his fingers as if holding a flower, and, affecting a thin, sharp voice, called out forcefully, "Hall Master, I have an urgent matter~"
CREAK. Lin Suqing, her face dark, pulled open the wooden door. The male Daoist's expression instantly froze.
Lin Suqing frowned and asked, "What in the world is wrong with you?"
