"Uncle Ning, you must be tired after coming to Emperor Immortal Sect, why don't you come down and have some tea?" Zhao Yulong hurriedly said.
The man surnamed Ning looked at the white-robed youth, and seeing him nodding slightly, he agreed to the suggestion.
"Prepare the tea!" The Great Elder immediately arranged it.
Zhao Yulong was also delighted, provocatively glancing at Ye Xuan, which caused Ye Xuan to shake his head secretly.
Just a jumping clown, not worth mentioning!
"Our sect has not hosted the two honored guests from afar well, we hope for your forgiveness." The Great Elder bent his waist, his face full of obsequiousness, afraid that the two would feel dissatisfied.
Little did he know, just as he finished speaking, the white-robed youth halted and furrowed his brows tightly.
The middle-aged Ning reacted immediately, swinging a backhanded slap that landed squarely on the Great Elder's face!
