“How dare you!” snarled the old man in cyan when Wanfeng called him an enemy agent and came at him with the bamboo stick. “This seat is an arcane immortal and an enforcer of the Sovereign Meet. It would be one thing if your master were here in person, but a little junior like you will not talk with such disrespect! This seat will teach you a lesson in your master’s stead, young woman. You will learn to respect your elders and superiors!”

He grabbed unceremoniously at the bamboo stick.

“Ha!” Wanfeng scoffed, emerald radiance flaring out of her eyes. Her bamboo stick dodged the old man’s hand like it’d come to life, and snaked around to hit him squarely on the forehead.

Whack!

The arcane immortal howled in pain, his cultivation...