The speaker was none other than Yi Jue, a True Immortal of the Spirit Plant Dao.
She looked at Dou De with helplessness, "Someone is infringing upon the interests of the Taixu Sect, you can fight or kill as needed... but how could you do this?"
She mimicked Dou De's earlier expression—not quite accurately, but capturing some of the essence.
Then her face turned cold, looking expressionlessly at the other party.
Dou De heard this and was a bit dumbfounded, are you... speaking on behalf of the Taixu Sect? "May I ask how to address the Immortal?"
Yi Jue, the True Immortal, kept a stern face and remained silent, but the barefooted man laughed, "You really lack perception, how can you, as a disciple of Taixu, not recognize Yi Jue, the True Immortal, who came from Taixu?"
"Yi Jue, the True Immortal?" Dou De was thoroughly surprised and hastily cupped his hands, "Greetings to the master uncle... Nephew was born late, never had the chance to meet you, but your great name..."
