The Hades Blood Sect Ancestor paused, then frowned and said, "I don't mind you, let's just sit together." Zhang Daoling felt an urge to hit someone, clutching the bronze mirror, ready to strike him on the head, and clearly wanted to convey, "I mind you!" 0

"Hades Blood Sect Ancestor, what's wrong?" he hastily retreated, taken aback. "I... am about to exorcize demons!" Zhang Daoling was furious, joking about being seen with this old demon in a couple seats. How could he face anyone after that?0

Eventually, he suppressed the urge, his face darkening as he told Mingxue to go buy another ticket immediately. "Who said I'd sit with you?" Hades Blood Sect Ancestor shook his head, "Why bother about appearances? We both are revered teachers. This worldly facade, this shell, what's there to mind? Just think of it as if you're the only one in the world, all fame and disgrace, rise and fall, are but dust."0

Zhang Daoling pondered, recalling the strange scripture Wang Xuan gave him, suspected to be left by a severe psychiatric patient, and waved his hand, "Fine, let's just leave it." The Hades Blood Sect Ancestor was startled, turned, and said, "What a joke, how can two old men sit together? I'll go buy another ticket!"0

Zhang Daoling really wanted to slap him across the face. After all the fuss, Mingxue was just all talk, not truly understanding the essence. He also couldn't...0