Natural Dao (2)
Editor: Atlas Studios
He said a lot of good words, full of flattery. Then, he turned around and shouted at Liu Ping.
"Ping'er, why aren't you kneeling down and apologizing to the Daoist?
With a plop, Liu Ping knelt down without hesitation, as if he was worshiping a god in a Daoist temple.
"I didn't know that an immortal was standing in front of me at that time. I was blind. I really know my mistake. Please spare me, Perfected One. In the future, if you have any instructions, I'll do anything!"
Zhou Jing sat in his seat and received the bow before raising his hand slightly,
"It's just a small matter. There's no need to mention it again. I've long stopped taking it to heart."
The two of them were on tenterhooks, their palms covered in sweat. Hearing this, they heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that they had finally passed this round.