Free up a… seat… seat…
Randeng looked at the three-inch-tall stool in front of him. For the first time since he had left the Jade Void Palace and been brought back to the Heavenly Courts, he frowned slightly.
He looked at the side and saw Ling Zhuzi holding a normal meditation cushion and placing it behind Ju Liusun.
The old Daoist priest's thin face darkened.
"Sit."
In front of him, Li Changshou made an inviting gesture with a faint smile.
Ju Liusun's thigh trembled. He subconsciously wanted to take a seat, but he looked at Daoist Randeng, who was in front of him. He lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.
Randeng looked ahead and met Li Changshou's eyes.
At that moment, Li Changshou did not feel pressured at all. The words "going through" was written on his left cheek, and the words "the motion" was written on his right cheek. Others could not understand what would happen next.