"Mr. Xuanmiao, I'm not going against the Council's rules, am I?"
Daoist Yi Qing asked the elegant old man coldly as he handed over his sword.
A cold light flashed across Mister xuanmiao's eyes, but he laughed and said, "
miss song has done the Tianyi Daoist sect a favor. Now, Daoist Yi Qing has kept his promise. It's wonderful. As he said this, he took a deep look at the people of the Tianyi Daoist sect and finally fixed his eyes on Daoist priest Yi Qing.
"This is not against the Council's rules."
As soon as he finished speaking, the people of Haotian Taoism were all refreshed and retreated to the side, obviously planning to stand by and watch.
"By now, I wonder if miss song's matter has been resolved? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
Mr. Xuanmiao asked in a gentle voice.
