The elderly Tianli, with his hair and beard both standing on end, leaped up and in an instant transformed into 'a meek old sheep,' concealing the injuries on his face, and approached the two middle-aged men.
In a gentle voice, the Elder Tianli called out:
"Ping'an, Dazhi, come, do not fear, it was I who disturbed your cultivation."
Hiding behind a man-height vase, Li Dazhi said with a trembling voice, "Senior, could you act normal? Please, that was really a reflex in a moment of desperation."
"These two are..."
"Dad," Li Ping'an hurriedly exclaimed, "Yellow Emperor Your Majesty, Divine Minister Fenghou!"
Li Dazhi was stunned for a moment, glanced at Li Ping'an, and then back at the middle-aged man who was smiling at him. He took a deep breath, inhaling some immortal essence, and turned to retrieve from his sleeve... a black, flowing wig.
Afterward, Li Dazhi, with a few more traces of an ethereal air, holding the hem of his Daoist robe, came running back with a beaming smile.
