Li Fan saw that Daoist Lord Xianhua was still standing idle and not leaving, so he took a gamble; he drained the cup of wine in one gulp and said, "I'm new here, and who cares who the murderer is anyway. I don't know them. As long as I know that anyone who dares to attack and kill our Penglai brethren is on a one-way path to death!
As for those girls, haha, I have heard of them. They are said to be remnants of some demonic sect, but forgive my bluntness, they all seem like ordinary people practicing Qi cultivation. If you tell me they belong to some demonic cult, I won't believe it.
Penglai is one of the nine great Xuanmen, a renowned and respected sect in the world. Is it really worth it to haggle with these youngsters?"
Li Fan realized he must have bet correctly because Daoist Lord Xianhua stroked his beard and nodded, and Liu Chengzong wasn't angry; instead, he poured another cup of wine for Li Fan.
