Qionghua Hall, the old Daoist was suppressed in the hall, unable to move even a hair.
When Di Liuxin brought Jiang Xinyuan in, his face turned even darker, wanting to open his mouth but unable to do so.
This was naturally due to Di Liuxin's special attention to the old Daoist.
Isn't your tongue usually quite sharp?
Then let's make it so you can't say a word and see how uncomfortable you get.
It was indeed quite uncomfortable, the old Daoist was holding back a stomach full of words, his face turning red.
Jiang Xinyuan glanced at Di Liuxin, indicating, "Let him speak."
Di Liuxin's face twitched, he'd been holding back for so long, still want to let him speak?
He knew that nothing good would come out of the old Daoist's mouth — as soon as he opened it, neither of them would have a good time.
"I want to have a chat with Fifth Brother before going into seclusion,"
Jiang Xinyuan said.
