urrounded the frail Daoist nun.The thin Daoist nun's face was grim, and she spat another mouthful of blood onto the already damaged whisk. The dozen or so silver threads on the whisk had been damaged...Don't take yourself too seriously. 。We, these juniors, are but insignificant ants in the eyes of great cultivators like those gathered here. 。Life and death hang by a thread, when I'm in the mood I kill, once the excitement fades I don't even bother with you. 。's best to avoid confrontation if possible. Otherwise, we'll inevitably have a fierce battle. Within the territory of that ox beast, there are a few clumps of Bixiang spirit grass, about four thousand...