Chapter 67

Daoist True Person Zhang Sanfeng: "???"

Zhang Sanfeng was utterly bewildered, completely unable to grasp what had happened. How much time had even passed? How had he become a unit of measurement for power now?

What does it even mean to be worse than Zhang Sanfeng?

Although he was no immortal or deity, he was still one of the supreme martial artists of the world, a patriarch of the Wu Lin—if he had not refused, even the Yuan Dynasty would have appointed him Grand National Preceptor.

Su Xiao Xiao: "@Fallen Angel Twelve-Winged Black Cat Clan, if you really want to go, you could make the trip—I think this time there won't be few big shots attending. And since you've recognized Bai Hu as your old man, Bai Hu will certainly be very concerned for your safety."

Fallen Angel Twelve-Winged Black Cat Clan: "..."

Fallen Angel Twelve-Winged Black Cat Clan: "Is that so? @Come Be My Son… Old Man, if I go, will I cause you trouble?"

Come Be My Son: "Oh hahaha! If you want to come, come as much as you like—and as for safety issues… I'm Bai Hu!"

Others who witnessed this scene also developed other thoughts.

Daoist True Person Zhang Sanfeng: "@Su Xiao Xiao… uh, President, what do you think of me?"

Su Xiao Xiao: "@Daoist True Person Zhang Sanfeng. I think you're not up to it."