The Emperor of Heaven was sitting in the hall, with a dignified look on his face: "Mo Xuan, that day I was having fun with Immortal Qing Ling by the Yao Pond, was it you?"
He glanced at the person kneeling at the foot of the steps and said slowly: "No."
He was dressed in red and turned into a butterfly. His brows and eyes seemed to be flashing with light, but his smile was very shallow and bleak: "Tianjun, I bet you will regret it this time. Do you believe it?"
Thousands of years later, he stood on Zhuxianya, willing to undergo ninety-nine and eighty-one soul-breaking techniques. His expression was as clear as before, and he said calmly: "Tianjun, Qing Ling has sacrificed all his cultivation, I only ask you to protect him for me."
That's right, it doesn't matter if his soul is scattered or something, I just ask you to protect him for me.