Yi Pin had just raised his hand about halfway when his jaw suddenly hit the floor. It was because Li Longxiang’s punch—a punch that could’ve shattered a hill—was caught firmly in Ye Qing’s palm. He made it look so easy it was like he was catching an apple.0

Then, Ye Qing took one step forward and clamped his right hand down on Li Longxiang’s shoulder, causing his legs to sink into the ground just like before.0

“What were you saying, Reverend?” Ye Qing shot Yi Pin a knowing smile.2

Yi Pin: “...” Did I say something? Nah, I didn’t!0

After Li Longxiang was immobilized, Yi Pin ran up to the young man and conjured a wine glass. It wasn’t wine inside the glass, however. It was wisps of refreshing qi.0

The qi was bluish and pure, light and gentle. It was also giving off some sort of air of Dao.0

Yi Pin swirled the glass until a wisp of qi floated out of the container and into Li Longxiang’s mouth. The demonic patterns on his face and the horns on his head immediately started vanishing bit by bit, and the violent aura permeating the young man gradually faded as well. It wasn’t long before reason returned to his eyes.0

“Phew… thank goodness.” Yi Pin let out a sigh of relief before slapping Li Longxiang on the back of his head with an accuracy that came with countless practice, yelling, “You little shit! How many times have I told you not to get angry or...0