Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
Tan Shuchang did not have the ability to read minds, he naturally did not know the plans of this Leader Qian, and merely stated to himself, "I have come to this place to demand an explanation from Mount Tu Jian, not beg for one."
Tan Shuchang explicitly pointed out the key issue.
He was here to demand an explanation! Not to beg for one!
"Tan, my fellow Daoist, now that you have certified immortality, do you no longer regard the common people in your eyes?" Leader Qian naturally grasped the meaning behind Tan Shuchang's words and could not help but scoff.
"It is not that Tan Someone disregards the common people; it is merely that Tan Someone does not regard your Mount Tu Jian." Tan Shuchang spoke in a gentle tone, his words equally mild.
Since beginning his cultivation journey, he had never troubled those with whom he had no grievances, and even treated a common mortal with courtesy. Thus, to say he disregarded the common people was undoubtedly incorrect.