Prodigal

"Alright, alright, alright! I know you're awesome, okay? The little old man has been beaten up so badly, yet he's quite stubborn." Ye Qiu smiled helplessly.

Daoist Tianfeng grinned and didn't refute this. He straightened his back. He would rather die than submit! So what if you, Ye Qiu, are powerful? When you see me, don't you have to obediently call me senior? Haha, ahem…"

Extreme joy begets sorrow. Daoist Tianfeng had just laughed twice when he coughed. Ye Qiu took out a few drops of Longevity Liquid and poured them into his mouth.

"Hmm? Longevity Liquid?" Daoist Tianfeng was shocked. How could a senior like him not know what this thing was? While he was shocked, he was also a little gratified.