The Great Dao of Courtesy

"Pleasure to meet you, pleasure to meet you."

At Lin Bei's greeting, a figure emerged from the depths of the cavern, where countless star-like glimmers flickered. Faint arcs of light circled its body, making it seem almost illusory.

The newcomer wore a long robe of pale blue and white. He was lean-faced and kindly featured, with the appearance of a man in his sixties or seventies and an exceedingly peaceful smile on his face. The moment he emerged, he repeatedly bowed to Chu Liang and Xu Ziyang, bending so deeply that it bordered on fawning flattery.

"This is..." Chu Liang looked at the old man, somewhat puzzled.

By rights, the only living being in this cavern should have been the "terrifying existence" suppressed here for nearly two thousand years—the ancient fiend Red Jade Madam had called the Mayfly Patriarch.

But this old man... every wrinkle on his face radiated courtesy.

And you called this a terrifying existence?

Xu Ziyang recalled what Red Jade Madam had said earlier and asked tentatively, "Mayfly Patriarch?"

"Don't call me that, don't call me that." The old man hurriedly waved his hands with an awkward smile, speaking respectfully. "Those were merely the bad reputations I earned in my ignorant youth. Now you may call me Little Mayfly, Little Fly, or Little Patriarch."

"This..." Chu Liang was briefly at a loss for words. He could not make out what the other man was after. Did he have some request to make?

Just then, another thunderous boom erupted outside, and another bolt of purple-gold lightning struck the ground! Chu Liang and the other two all changed expression. The divine lightning struck without discrimination; even this underground cavern would not be spared.

They heard the Mayfly Patriarch give a soft shout as he swept his sleeve.

Whoosh—

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