If he had been given the chance, Hong Qianshi would naturally want to flatter Li Jing a bit more.
A celestial lord was stationed in the Primordial Holy Land for half a month, but to his dismay, he didn't get a second chance to meet him.
How could he not feel frustrated?
Finally, the day arrived when they were to depart for Xuanji Divine Palace. Li Jing stepped out of the library, but he didn't give Hong Qianshi the opportunity he craved.
Helpless.
Hong Qianshi could only tactfully withdraw.
A forcibly twisted melon is mostly unsweet.
Even as the dignified Primordial Holy Master, he didn't enjoy the privilege of forcing his wishes on to Li Jing.
Watching Hong Qianshi sulkily leave, Qu Yun regarded him with a peculiar expression.
"The Primordial Holy Master should have a considerable cultivation level, right? Maybe it would have been better to deal with him?"
"He's just a Great Luo Golden Immortal, not of much value. It's not worth exerting too much effort."