Li Qiye’s Dao instruction and his own cultivation were going well in an orderly manner. Another month had quickly passed. This whole time Nan Huairen had never appeared, and Protector Mo had not showed up either.

During that time, Nan Huairen was an ambassador of another sect, so even with his lack of presence, Li Qiye was not surprised. However, as for Protector Mo, it was a bit outside of Li Qiye’s expectations.

“Oh, oh, oh, big brother! You stand tall and see far with penetrating insights, and you understand the grand Dao so well! You could teach any mysterious sacred technique!” Seeing Li Qiye, Nan Huairen rubbed his palms together and cheerfully smiled.

Li Qiye glared at him: “Since you already stay by my side to handle matters, stop tapping the horse’s butt. If you have gas, just hurry up and fart.” [1]

Nan Huairen’s face became red, but his expression was still natural. He was indeed a person that believes long sleeves would help one dance beautifully. [2]

He smiled said: “This younger brother requests for older brother to give my cultivation some pointers.”

Li Qiye looked at Nan Huairen, then Protector Mo to the side, then calmly said: “This was Protector Mo’s idea.”

Being figured out by Li Qiye, Protector Mo’s face became red. He...