"Please spare me, Purple Cloud Immortal Venerable, I am willing to be a servant to you."
Looking at the behavior of the two people and reflecting on today's events. The Elder of Martial Pavilion now truly believed that this woman before him was the Purple Cloud Immortal Venerable who had even after death stirred the winds and clouds of the Immortal World.
A being of the Immortal Venerable Level, that is an existence the entire Immortal World must look up to. Now that he had personally seen an Immortal Venerable, he had unwittingly offended her.
For a moment, the face of the Martial Pavilion Elder turned ashen, like a sprouting potato, fraught with iron-blue.
"Be a servant? I'm afraid you might counteract. The only way I'll be at ease is if I strip you of your powers," said Purple Cloud coldly upon seeing this.
