"What are you doing, Daoist friend?"
Taoist Hongjun, who was kicked for no reason, looked somewhat annoyed at the old man before him.
Wang Ri Old Man cursed, "What am I doing? Isn't it because you couldn't hold back and had to plot against the Heavenly Dao! Now look what's happened, the Heavenly Dao Infant Spirit has been born early and has been arranged by Taiqing to be my precious disciple's son!"
Upon hearing this, Taoist Hongjun could only smile bitterly.
He said gently, "The manifestation of the Heavenly Dao Infant Spirit is not something you or I can control. The Heavenly Dao is continually moving towards perfection; how can you blame me, Daoist friend?"
"If not for your previous scheming against the Heavenly Dao, how could the Heavenly Dao have developed to this state?"
Wang Ri Old Man casually summoned a prayer mat, sat cross-legged, and looked quite gloomy.
