When those two severed fingers were cast afar, Li Ping'an's Dao heart also felt somewhat stirred.
He suddenly decided to tell his father about his divine skills and the calamities he foresaw with them.
Below, Li Dazhi had already stood up, hands tucked into his sleeves, his smile generous and simple.
Li Ping'an glanced at Wen Rou the Heavenly Immortal and noticed the brightness in her eyes, unblinkingly fixed on the scene below, and he quietly chuckled to himself.
All set.
Then, Li Dazhi's voice spread everywhere:
"Forge-Heaven Gate causes such a fuss today simply because they blame me for not reporting to Forge-Heaven Gate within three days.
But why doesn't Forge-Heaven Gate consider that I am an Immortal of the Wanyun Sect, my master is a Golden Immortal patriarch, and although our Wanyun Sect may not be as grand as Forge-Heaven Gate, nor does it have as many Immortals, what right do they have to summon me?
