"Has this old bastard lost his mind? Sect Master, why did he suddenly attack you?" Buddha Child cursed in shock from within the sleeve.
Seeing the square-faced elder reach out to grab him, Yang Ji's complexion changed, aware that he could not possibly fend off the palm. He attempted to teleport away but found the momentum of heaven and earth suppressed, leaving him unable to move an inch.
Just as the palm neared his face, a voice as gentle as a spring breeze and rain suddenly rang in his ears.
"Elder Qi, what's going on? Why did you suddenly make a move against our sect's disciple?" Without anyone noticing, a figure had quietly appeared in front of Yang Ji. With a wave of his hand, a divine light flashed and the square-faced elder's imposing palm of Daoist energy dissipated into nothingness.
"Sect... Sect Master, you..." Elder Qi's movements halted, utterly unexpected that Wang Tianli would intervene.