A glum Escape Light flew from the distance, touching down on the ground and revealing the figure of Wu Makong, his face a mix of regret and fear.
He quickly composed himself.
"Greetings, Junior Master Uncle!"
He hurried to the peak, bowing respectfully.
"Haha!"
Jiang Ding laughed heartily upon seeing him, "What does it feel like to offend a vengeful Golden Pill Monk to death?"
In the world of Cultivation, the Sect's rules are in place.
But whether they are effective depends on the identity, status, and background of the parties involved. Otherwise, finding a pretext to slay someone who disrespects their elders on the spot is not too surprising.
"Restless and unable to settle the mind for cultivation."
"Fearful that at the next moment, a giant flaming hand will descend from the sky and crush me into ashes,"
Wu Makong said with a wry smile.
"Good, you're an honest man,"
