C883 Little Brother?

"Fellow Daoist, if this is merely jest, I urge you to depart swiftly. Should you hinder our quest for fortune, not even the Son of God from the Grand Sect of True Immortals could shoulder such blame." A Nascent Infant cultivator spoke up.

The elder, garbed in a brown linen robe, sat cross-legged atop a massive vermillion wine gourd. Recognized by some