The purple smoke gathered in the air and turned into a human figure, which was a middle-aged man wearing purple robes with a calm but powerful face.
As soon as the figure appeared, Li Hui felt a slight pressure, which seemed to come from the deepest heart. At this time, he was transformed into a god. Even when he stood in front of the friars of the Golden Elixir Period, he would definitely not have such a strange feeling.
"Be merciful, Taoist friend. I'm Nangongpu of Ziwei Palace. I don't know why my grandson has offended you, but please let me kill him."
There was a faint but dignified voice coming from the phantom of the figure