Lu Ya didn't waste any more time and flapped his wings and followed closely behind.

In the void, Kong Xuan shook his head violently and broke free from Li Qing's hand.

He frowned and said, "Zishou, what are you doing? Why are you covering my mouth? Why should we be polite to those losers?!"

Li Qing sighed and said, "Uncle, how come you don't know anything?"

Kong Xuan blinked, then said seriously: "What a joke, what don't I know? I know everything!"

"You know? Who is that old man?"

Li Qing looked at Kong Xuan's serious face and found it funny for a moment. He shook his head and asked.

"Humph, who could he be? He's just a casual cultivator who entered the Heavenly Court and was given a position to make elixirs and medicine for the Jade Emperor. What good is he? He's a piece of trash!"

When Kong Xuan heard this, he sneered and said nonchalantly.

Li Qing sighed and said speechlessly: "Is that a casual cultivator? Is that a waste? Do you really know who he is?"

Kong Xuan blinked, and seeing Li Qing's serious expression, he lowered his voice.

Puzzled, he asked, "Who is he then? Could he be a saint? Anyway, I'm not afraid of anyone below the saint level."

"You guessed it right."

Li Qing shook his head and sighed, "Taishang Laojun, he is a saint."

“Are you kidding me!?”

Upon hearing this, Kong Xuan immediately shouted, "There are only six saints in the world: the Three Pure Ones, Jie Yin, that old thief Zhunti, and that Nuwa. Where else are there saints? How can Taishang Laojun be a saint?"

Li Qing said slowly, "Taishang Laojun is one of the Three Pure Ones. The benevolent corpse of Taiqing Daode Tianzun is one of the three corpses he beheaded! How can he not be considered a saint?"