Xu Yunfan bowed with clasped hands. At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, he hung the True Martial Sword—which he had been nurturing in his Qi Sea—at his waist.
"HAHAHA!"
The Black Robe Daoist Master suddenly burst into wild laughter, the sound so powerful it shook the surrounding pine needles, causing them to rain down.
The corner of Xu Yunfan's eye twitched. 'People like this, who just burst into laughter for no reason, are really awkward to deal with.'
"I am Li Baichuan. I hear you're the one who established a Divine Martial Dao Foundation and cultivates the True Martial Demon Suppressing Scripture?"
Xu Yunfan raised an eyebrow. "So, it's a senior brother from Blood Evil Peak. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
