Bai Chuwei looked at Qingxuan with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Oh? Not disturbing me in what way?"
The old man stroked his beard, pulling out several strands of goatee in his excitement, too agitated to care about the pain.
After so many years of cultivation, Qingxuan hadn't learned much else, but he understood one principle well: the most important thing in cultivation is to have thick skin!
When you encounter a golden thigh, you must cling to it! Even being a bootlicker is fine!
So Qingxuan, without a hint of red on his face, immediately swallowed the words he was about to say about leaving with his disciples, and said, "Junior will not hinder senior from setting up the Spirit Talisman. Junior and my disciples will stand by and protect the law for you!"
Seventh Sister Liao Sisi by the side, "..."
Her master really had thick skin...
Isn't he just eager to see what kind of Spiritual Array this big-shot can set up?
