Wen Rou blinked, and a hint of surprise appeared on her serene and tranquil face, "How can you live together without being Dao companions?"
Xiaoyue gently said, "Qi Cultivators seek freedom and ease; since when were they so constrained by rules? It's my fault Uncle Dazhi's reputation has suffered."
"It's not necessarily so, as long as both parties are willing, who can gossip?"
Wen Rou, the Heavenly Immortal, looked toward Li Ping'an and smiled, "Ping'an, you agree, don't you?"
Li Ping'an: ...
How did the fire spread over here!
He reacted swiftly, bowed formally, and said earnestly, "There's no time to delay! Let's go save my father!"
"Huh?" Zisang asked, turning his head, "Didn't you just say you weren't going?"
Li Ping'an glared at Ye Zisang.
Can't he tell the difference between what's urgent and what's not!
But, to think his father had such a lethal effect on middle-aged ladies in the cultivation world?