85 New Funeral Service

Qi Yuan looked at Li Changshou, who was sitting cross-legged, and was slightly stunned. He turned to glare at Ling'e.

"Didn't you say that your senior brother was unconscious? He's well, isn't he!?!"

Ling'e blinked and suddenly pointed at the spot behind Qi Yuan.

"Master, look! Senior Brother's essence soul has left his body!"

"Eh?"

Qi Yuan turned around and saw his eldest disciple smiling apologetically at him.

A refreshing fragrance wafted up the tip of Old Daoist Qi Yuan's nose. Before he could react, the medicinal effect had already taken effect on his essence soul.

The Turbid Immortal, who had a weaker foundation, rolled his eyes and slowly fell to the ground…

"Li Changshou" was quick-witted. He pulled out a beast-skin sack and placed his master inside.

He exclaimed gently, "Little!"