Many half-asleep Immortals, catching a whiff of confrontation, immediately became spirited and examined the two competitors on stage with great interest.
Li Ping'an smiled casually, "Does this fellow Daoist not have a father? You keep bringing up mine, could it be you're envious?"
"You!" Wang Zaizhi stared with anger.
Li Ping'an said leisurely, "Everyone is born of their parents, but cultivation is one's own affair. Why worry about what titles our fathers hold?"
"Well said!"
From below the stage, Wei Yanzi yelled out, and many Immortals nodded in agreement with smiles.
Just in terms of this verbal spar, Li Ping'an had clearly won.
Wang Zaizhi scoffed, "Clever with words! Today, I won't let you off easily! Do you dare promise not to concede defeat or flee from this fight? If you think my cultivation surpasses yours, I can voluntarily suppress mine!"
