“What do you think the Immortal King will do once he finds out we’re calling ourselves his disciples?” Qing Di rubbed his nose.

“You guys, not me!” Long Batian protested. “If I use my full strength, I might be able to kill him with a single punch.”

“Sure sure, we all know you’re super strong.” Qing Di flicked a sideways glance at the little girl and couldn’t be bothered to argue with her.

“I’m the senior sister, you’re all junior brothers and sisters!” Qing Ting laid down the law. “The Immortal King’s disciples… doesn’t actually mean his disciples. It’s just… um… people wanting to cultivate with him. He won’t refuse that, will he?

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