"With your strength, you are still far from my great-grandfather. If continuous fighting could even the gap, then all the cultivators in the world wouldn't need to cultivate; they'd all just go to war with each other, why seek the Dao, why ask about the immortals?"
"Stop wasting your energy..." The girl seemed completely oblivious to her own far inferior strength, her eyes slightly red as if recalling something, incessantly speaking.
The Red Flower, still in a black robe, stood motionless, waiting with closed eyes at the Bagua platform. He completely ignored the girl.
"Daoist Red Flower." Zheng Yunzhen and a few others slowly flew out, looking towards you Red Flower from afar.
The girl in the red dress immediately fell silent, saying no more.
"Fire, calm down," the plump Taoist appeared beside her, speaking in a deep tone. His voice, like a stream of spring water, suddenly entered the girl's mind.
Only then did her emotions slightly cool down.
