San Chan's words were like a stone cast into a tranquil lake, instantly stirring ring after ring of ripples across the Fox Talk Gathering grounds.
The dozens of Demon Race geniuses who had been chatting and drinking in groups almost simultaneously turned their gazes toward Su Bai, their eyes carrying all manner of meanings.
Curiosity, scrutiny, surprise, inquiry.
The name "Sword Cultivator Lu Jiu" had long ceased to be a mere symbol among the upper echelons of the Blue Origin Realm's Demon Race.
It represented indisputable top-tier combat power, miraculous mastery of alchemy, and the vast network of connections and invisible deterrence that came with them.
As for the identity of "Lu Jiu's sole Personal Disciple," these well-informed young Demon Cultivators present naturally understood its weight and significance.
It represented not merely a genius, but perhaps a bridge for establishing ties with that mysterious alchemy master.
"Oh my! So you are daoist friend Lu Jiu's esteemed disciple! My apologies, my apologies! This old man truly had poor eyesight just now—I actually failed to recognize you!"
The first to react was that brawny Stonefolk expert.
Gold Horn's voice boomed with undisguised "delight." Before his words had even faded, his small mountain-like figure flashed and appeared before Su Bai as though he had teleported.
He lowered his head and looked Su Bai up and down with the kindly gaze of an elder regarding an outstanding junior of his own. His fan-sized hand seemed to want to pat Su Bai's shoulder, but he reined in his strength as though afraid of frightening him. His face was piled high with smiles.
No matter how much of it was an act performed for Lu Jiu's sake, at least he had put on a full display of sincerity.
Su Bai suitably revealed a trace of perfectly