Bai Jian had not moved since he entered the Mahayana stage, until he took in a young disciple with a Zhiyang constitution, always thinking about how to make good use of him.
It's just that... After Bai Jian took off his young apprentice's waistcoat...
Bai Jian:......
Bai Jian: "How many vests do you still have?!"
The Gentle Immortal Lord's waistcoat is flying all over the sky and his disciples are attacking him × He is boring and coquettish, he wants to save face and suffer the consequences, the master is suffering
Intention: Apprentice, your vest has also fallen off