Chapter 555: If you finish scolding me, you won't be able to run even if you want to

"Senior Dingtian..." Daoist Yang Ci's throat tightened, and his voice lowered involuntarily.

Dingtian Shangren subconsciously shrank back, his withered fingers clutching his tattered clothes.

He recognized this person, his little fanboy from the past, Daoist Yang Ci.

That genius from a small country who followed him around all day.

Now that he was in this state, he really didn't want his former little fanboy to see him.

But what could he do? Times had changed.

Dingtian Shangren's lips trembled, and finally he only said hoarsely: "You have improved quite a bit."

Daoist Yang Ci bowed deeply: "Thanks to your guidance back then."

This was the truth.

Even now that the other party had lost his cultivation, he still remembered the towering figure who pointed out the country at the peak of Jiuyuan Mountain.

"Why are you here?" Dingtian Shangren's voice was hoarse, his eyes dodging and not daring to look at him.

Daoist Yang Ci straightened up and said softly: "I am currently serving in the Imperial Horse Prison."

Dingtian Shangren was stunned, then suddenly laughed in a low voice: "Imperial Horse? Raising horses?"

"Yes." Daoist Yang Ci answered respectfully.

Dingtian Shangren was silent for a long time, then suddenly looked up, a flash of clarity in his turbid eyes: "This is a good choice; this might be your Dao."

He didn't hate Li Chen; losing was losing.

If he had to hate, he could only hate himself for not being strong enough.

Daoist Yang Ci bowed again: "I will keep it in mind."

The cell fell into silence, with only the sound of dripping water in the distance.

Daoist Yang Ci looked at the existence he once had to look up to, now hunched like an old man, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Dingtian Shangren waved his hand: "You go; it's unlucky here."

Daoist Yang Ci opened his mouth, but finally just bowed deeply and turned to leave.

The moment the iron door closed, he heard a sigh that was almost inaudible from inside.

Perhaps when Daoist Yang Ci came, he had thousands of words he wanted to say, but now was not the time; Dingtian Shangren just wanted to retain his last bit of dignity.

In this heavenly prison, every prisoner was a famous and prominent existence in the past.

The huge gap, and then meeting old acquaintances, was indeed not a good feeling.

Many words could only be buried in their hearts.

Coming out of the heavenly prison, Daoist Yang Ci was almost off work.

After coming to work in Tian Ce, his attire was also very ordinary, like an old man seen everywhere.

Daoist Yang Ci walked slowly on the street, bought some spiritual fruits, and went to a wine shop to get three pots of "Drunken Immortal Brew."

Returning to his mansion, he leaned back on a lounge chair, peeled a green spiritual fruit, and suddenly remembered that he still had the most loyal little fanboy in the southern countries, He He Zongzhu Mo Tianxing of the Qinglan Sect.

That kid had good talent; when they last met, he was already at the peak of the Heavenly Abyss Realm. I wonder if he has broken through now.

Daoist Yang Ci muttered to himself: "I'll have someone send a letter back another day, asking him to come to Tian Ce to seek a position."

Mixing in officialdom, it's still more interesting to have some acquaintances.

He had no idea that at this moment, this little fanboy was causing trouble at the Hundred Flower Sect thousands of miles away.

If he knew, he would definitely pretend not to know this troublemaker.

The scene shifted back to the Hundred Flower Sect.

A female disciple rushed into the main hall in a panic: "He He Zongzhu! It's bad! The Qinglan Sect has brought people from more than a dozen sects and surrounded our mountain gate!"

Outside, there were hundreds of people, which really gave the female disciple a fright.

The brush in Hua Rumeng's hand "slapped" onto the desk, and ink splashed onto the account book she had just finished writing.

She frowned and said: "We haven't provoked them recently, have we?"

"They said... said they wanted us to hand over those ladies we took in..." the disciple said nervously.

Hua Rumeng's face sank, and as she rose, her sleeves brought up a burst of fragrant wind: "Follow me to take a look."

The Hundred Flower Sect had taken in some women; these people were either imperial concubines or empresses displaced by wars in small countries, or fairies who had lost their Dao companions in sect blood feuds.

Outside the mountain gate, more than thirty high-level cultivators stood in the very front. ===== CHAPTER 556 =====