Inside the Daoist Palace.
Lu Xuan helplessly brought a hand to his forehead. He gave Xiaohuo'Er a sharp rap on the head. Under the heavy blow, Xiaohuo'Er, who had his hands on his hips, rolled his eyes back and fainted with a THUD.
"Master, Uncle-Masters."
Lu Xuan rose and quickly bowed in greeting. A look of confusion appeared in his eyes. 'Why have my three masters come in person at a time like this?'
The Primordial Celestial Venerable, who was in the lead, studied Lu Xuan from top to bottom for a moment before saying with a smile:
"My good disciple, you have done well this time. You've vented some of our frustrations for us."
Lu Xuan was stunned once again.
He subconsciously glanced to the side, looking at his master, but saw that his master showed no reaction and was also smiling...
'Hm? Something's not right.'
'Something is very, very wrong.'
