After Lu Yuan spoke, he turned and prepared to leave with the others.
Daoist Quanyi grew anxious and hurriedly blocked their path. "Don't leave!"
"Oh? Daoist, are you trying to stop us?"
With his back to Daoist Quanyi, Lu Yuan glanced back over his shoulder at him.
Realizing he had lost his composure, Daoist Quanyi put on a wide smile and said:
"My dear brother, I truly adore your daughter. With her here with me, what could you possibly worry about?"
Daoist Quanyi was clearly swallowing his pride, even calling Lu Yuan "my dear brother."
Back in his Daoist Temple, the hundred-some-year-old Daoist Quanyi had disciples and grand-disciples numbering in the hundreds.
This instantly elevated Lu Yuan's seniority by several generations.
Lu Yuan spun around and struck out with his palm.
Daoist Quanyi was startled. 'What's with this guy? Attacking out of nowhere! His temper is even more fiery than mine.'
