A vortex opened ahead by itself, sending him out of the secret realm.
The Qingluan cried out, carrying Li Ping'an straight to the entrance of the Immortal World.
Inside Mount Lingjiu, within the secret realm.
The spirit in the coffin leisurely toyed with the teacup before him, savoring the tea.
A wisp of a shadow manifested to the side; it was none other than Taoist Hongjun.
The old Taoist slowly sat opposite the spirit in the coffin, letting out a slight sigh: "Alas, my friend, why did you tell all this to our Heavenly Emperor?"
"Is there a need to hide it?"
The spirit in the coffin chuckled, shaking his head:
"Kunpeng is just a pawn. He is, after all, my disciple. A teacher should bear the demeanor of a teacher, striving to dispel doubts for the disciple."
