Li Yanchu had never imagined that his own master was actually so well-known. But judging from Daoist Master Yuanyi’s reaction, there seemed to be a faint hint of hostility in that instant.0

Daoist Master Yuanyi gave Li Yanchu a slight smile and said, “Don’t overthink it. Your master and I have no grudges. On the contrary, we’re old acquaintances.”0

Seeing that Li Yanchu’s brow remained furrowed, Yuanyi continued, “It’s just that… back in our younger days, he once slapped me across the face.”1

“…” Li Yanchu. And you’re saying there’s no grudge?0

At this time, Daoist Master Yuanyi swung his ancient-looking longsword and sliced off a piece of his robe before handing it to Li Yanchu. The others followed suit, each tearing off a strip of cloth from their garments and giving it to Li Yanchu as well. Then, they...0