"Supreme Palace Master, I was wrong."
"To recognize one's mistakes and correct them is of great virtue."
"Supreme Palace Master, I was wrong."
"Good, seeing how sweetly you call out, I might consider forgiving you."
"Supreme Palace Master, I was wrong."
"Come one by one, line up properly..."
Brother Cheng beamed with delight, completely unfazed by their frantic expressions.
Under Gong Qing's supervision, none dared to breach the agreement.
The female Immortals initially planned to shout collectively, but Jiang Taishang steadfastly refused, insisting on individual apologies.
It turned into something resembling a queue for a medical check-up.
Twelve hundred and more, he was not annoyed at all, but rather enjoyed it thoroughly.
As the number dwindled down, it finally came to the most reluctant, Venerable Linjing.
"Supreme Palace Master, I was wrong."
Her usually crisp voice was now like that of a mosquito.
