Li Changshou's heart raced when he heard the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du sigh. He was indeed nervous.
He was really afraid that the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du would misunderstand something.
Assuming that a disciple of a Saint from the Western Sect had blocked his main body, he could barely survive the first wave. Who could he expect to save him when he waited for additional aid?
From the looks of it, there is only the Great Daoist Master!
It would be impossible for the Sage to directly intervene and save me, a disciple who is not even a Golden Immortal.
Li Changshou naturally knew that as he was self-aware.
Therefore, in a sense, the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du was his timely savior!
Under this premise, unless Li Changshou had lost his mind, why would he arrange for his own backer, the Great Daoist Master to be irritated for no reason?