"M-Me?" Xu Qingsong was stunned.0

Daoist Yuanju and the others instinctively exchanged glances, then lowered their heads, focusing on their toes as if there were gold beneath them.0

"Yes." Ouyang Xuanzhen nodded lightly. "If you drink this tea on behalf of the Sect Leader, the enmity between you and Young Friend Fang will be settled."0

Xu Qingsong, initially pale from fright, now turned a deep shade of red, looking angry and ashamed. An up-and-coming immortal who had reached the Fusion Realm at such a young age like him drinking such filth?0

Is this tea to serve as an apology for settling matters with Fang Chen?0

"Xu Qingsong, don't keep the Dean waiting," urged Ouyang Xuanzhen coldly.0

Xu Qingsong slowly began walking toward Elder Xun, each step feeling as heavy as if he were carrying a mountain. 0

A brief flicker of pity appeared in Qi Jian's eyes,...0