As Yi Chen's gaze shifted, Daoist Qingxu felt as if he was being watched by a ferocious beast, his whole body jolted, and he couldn't help but take a step back, forcing a smile and saying, "What Yi Taoist said is indeed profound."
"I greatly admire it."
The atmosphere around them suddenly became tense again.
After a moment of silence, Yi Chen's face revealed a smile once more. "Haha, just a joke. For our success in slaying the evil spirit that destroyed the Wang family, I must thank Daoist Qingxu, Master Lianhua, and Abbess Shuiyue for holding off that fog ghost."
Yi Chen naturally saw Daoist Qingxu's subtle movements, but now was not the time for pettiness. He had already offended Lingfeng Temple, and to offend Zhen Temple was not the act of a wise person.
At least not now, when it was time to let the bullets fly for a while.
What he lacked most at the moment was time, not to create more chaos after showing his strength.
