Qi Xuansu’s words came from the depths of his heart.0

At that time, aside from Zhang Yuelu and Madam Qi, Qi Xuansu was practically alone in this world, with no family or friends.0

When Zhao Fu’an injured him, only Zhang Yuelu showed concern. The other Daoists present either ignored him or simply watched in silence as he had been beaten by an outsider. None of them even uttered a word.0

To put it bluntly, if Zhao Fu’an had killed him that day, they still would not have cared. To them, it would have been no different from watching a stray dog die by the roadside. It was just another spectacle.0

Qi Xuansu had seen enough of the world to not be disheartened by this. He could still maintain his composure. But if someone had stepped forward to help him at that moment, he would have remembered their kindness for a lifetime.0

Ji Jiaozhen and Qi Xuansu had only met in passing. They were not relatives or close friends, so he had no obligation to stand up for Qi Xuansu. Even if he had chosen to do nothing, no one would have blamed him.0

Back then, Qi Xuansu was an insignificant seventh-rank Daoist priest, unremarkable and lacking any powerful backing from a prestigious family or an esteemed master. He was also average in talent, nowhere close to a Banished Immortal. He was not even good enough to be a Qi Refiner, so he...0