Swoosh!
Nobody wasted half a sentence.
Teleport's form flickered, and his fingertip touched Hallmaster Dao's forehead.
Xu Xiaoshou, under the state of Independence, appeared next to the two upon realizing that even the Evil Divine would forget him, as if a good friend seeking a tender touch.
He widened his eyes and observed Teleport and Hallmaster Dao up close, mainly the latter's reaction.
Because except for once in the Eighteen Heavens when he was forced into exploding, which ultimately subsided due to a misunderstanding, he had never seen Hallmaster Dao truly give his all.
At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou was so close that he could see the fine lines on Teleport's finger, marveling at how perfectly detailed even a Dao Infant could be.
And touched by that finger, Hallmaster Dao's forehead skin, smooth and delicate, pressed down slightly, rippling power spreading across his entire face and throughout his body, lifting the hem of his white robe high.
He began to anticipate.
