Long Yunxin shook his head and said solemnly, "You can't put it that way. For Fellow Daoist Wang, it was merely a simple gesture, but for my clansman, it was the grace of rebirth. Yunfeng said that once he had the time, he would definitely visit in person to offer his thanks."
Wang Changsheng nodded and asked, "Fairy Long didn't come?"
"No, she's still cultivating in seclusion within the family."
Long Yunxin answered truthfully.
"Oh? Senior Wang, Senior Long, what a coincidence! You've both reached the Void Refinement Stage. I knew I hadn't misjudged you. The moment I saw you two back then, I knew you were dragons among men."
A fawning male voice rang out.
Wang Changsheng and Long Yunxin followed the voice and saw a green-robed old man as thin as a bamboo pole walking toward them. The old man had sunken cheeks and a ruddy complexion, and he held a Green Whisk in his hand.
"This junior, Lan Fukong, pays his respects to both Seniors. Just as I expected, you've both reached the Void Refinement Stage. I'm very good at judging people. Given enough time, both of you will definitely reach the Fusion Stage."
The green-robed old man wore a deeply ingratiating expression as he began showering them with flattery.
Long Yunxin nodded in response.
Lan Fukong was a notorious flatterer. Whenever he met anyone, he praised them to the skies. In his mouth, even ordinary Spirit Transformation cultivators could reach the Fusion Stage or the Mahayana Realm.
His fondness for flattery might have been tolerable, but whenever powerful enemies came knocking, he would kneel in public and beg for mercy, ceding territory and paying compensation. He had become a laughingstock.
"Little Friend Lan, long time no see. How have you been lately?"
Wang Changsheng nodded courteously.